Aster fell to his knees in shock, his best friend, perhaps future lover, had been snatched from him before his very eyes.
Pandora was heaving beside him. Her heart wrenching screams of agony had long since died out. Faded into the past like Sonoma.
As for right now, she was nothing more then a haunting memory.
He wandered how she must feel, disappearing into the sky, watching them fade into the distance.
It hurt, to say the least.
He knew she would put up one hell of a fight when she got to whatever destination he was bringing her two, and no longer was facing the threat of a death from being dropped.
He bit his tongue as tears pricked at his eyes.
Damn Sonoma and her wonderful, magical demeanour, her smile, her eyes.
It hurt so much, and he craved her touch.
Something he wandered if he would ever feel again.
No, he told himself, We will get her back.
He turned to Pandora with a determined look in his eyes.
She understood.
The two stood up, and began to walk to the Chapel.
A plan was to be formed, and the moon child was to be saved.
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The Moonstone Witch
General FictionSonoma Deyanira is the weakest witch in the village. Aster Duskview is an enchanter with a unique gift. Pandora Darkline is a green witch with a cauldron full of secrets. Laurie Jenkins is a divination sorceress with a temper. One dark night, these...
