Golden tears

Chapter 1

The morning alarm chimed loud in Luna's ear, a groan escaped from her lips as she sluggishly began to move. She never liked waking up early on saturdays. In a half-hearted attempt to get out of bed, she rolled onto the floor in her blanket with a thump. "Luna!" A voice called from downstairs, "Breakfast time! Get up!" It was none other than her father, Leo, calling her. Probably making another one of his half burnt omelets for breakfast.

"Coming!" Luna called, dragging herself out of her blankets and kicking a few loose toys out of the way as she made her way to her closet. First things first? Getting out of her pajamas. She pulled the white closet door open, took a glance at her options, then chose a black t-shirt, black hoodie, and baggy jeans. After changing she made her way out of the basement where her room was, going upstairs to the kitchen. White tiles lined the floor and the marble counters were nearly spotless besides a few dishes used for making omelets.

"Hey kiddo," he dad greeted her with a pat on the back, "Want an omelet?"

She smiled up at him, "Sure dad, you always make the best ones." Luna grabbed a plate and retrieved an omelet, sitting down at the dining table to eat. She swallowed down the omelet, having acquired a taste for the crispy burnt flavor. She hadn't always liked the omelets, and her dad had always tried to stop burning them, but it seems they would always be burnt.

"Hey Luna, you gonna help me clean out the attic today?"

"Yep, that was the plan!"

"Okay thanks sweetpea." Her dad came to the dining room with his own plate, sitting down beside her. "Sleep well?"

"Sure did!"

"Any dreams?"

"Barely, I dreamt that someone shot a gun with golden bullets but that's it."

"Well that's somewhat interesting, I dreamt that fog was cotton candy."

Luna laughed at that, a smile spread across her face. She took her plate to the dishwasher and loaded it up with as many dishes as there were available to clean. Afterwards, Luna went up to the attic to get a head start on organization. She pulled box after box down from the attic, then started to go through one of them.

"Wow, you got started fast," Her dad comments, beginning to help sort through another box. They spent hours going through boxes, sorting trinkets and throwing out junk. Eventually, they came to the last box, covered in dust.

"This was my ma's," Luna's father said, dusting off the top of the box, a soft look of sadness in his eyes. The old dust had a level of greasy stickiness to it. Time seems to do that to dust. "I never got around to looking through it, it's things she collected, said she wanted me to have them." Luna got the box cutter and opened the box with it carefully. They both looked inside, finding various trinkets inside. One of these trinkets was a dusty dull cuff, made of tarnished silver, with a note rolled up and placed inside it. Luna set it to the side, making a mental note to come back to it later.

After sorting the rest of the items in the box, they began to pack up the attic again. There was a lot more space after everything they had gone through was now sorted in some form or fashion. The box from Luna's grandmother was taken out of the attic entirely, along with the cuff that had been set aside.

Luna took the cuff, taking the note out of it to read. When she opened it though, the note had three words on it in another language she couldn't decipher. Da Mihi Crustulum. Luna sighed in frustration, three words and she couldn't even read them. "Why are you upset kiddo?" Her father asked her, going through the box from his mother.

Luna shrugged, "Can't read the note is all." He gave her a pat on the back.