Moonstone's Grace

A malleable heart

It was the start of fall season...

A girl with white, somewhat curly pigtails hurried along the halls as she reached her squad room, which is named Akuma.

"You are late, Cassiopeia," the leader, named John, stated as she gave him a folder," but what documents have you brought this time? (He opens it) Hmmm, it seems you have been requested for a specialist exam as the tester, congratulations. So, the new member of Omega is facing you for his Specialty rank, this should be very interesting."

Cassiopeia left when she could go to her room, she smiled once she was out of sight, feeling quite flattered.

At the Penumbra guild...

As the Witch Doctor began her secondary project, the TV suddenly flashed on as the dark figure came on.

"So that do you want now," the Witch Doctor asked as she stopped tightening a bolt.

"How are your members," the figure asked," my plan is set to motion, but I will need your forces along with mine to kill everyone at Adelmoed."

"So, you don't want your Blossom to yourself then," the Witch Doctor scoffed.

"She will die in vain, by my plan, basically by my hand," the figure replied sternly," so how much longer?"

"I'd say a week at least," the Witch Doctor replied," make sure the conditions are set, I don't want my family taken or dead you know."

The figure laughs as it states," don't worry, my plan won't fail. I just know it won't."

Present day, November 10th...

Ontario was launched back in his Earth Plate form as he slid across the moist soil. He soon regained his composure as he charged forward. Alexander, in his minotaur form, ran as the two created a shockwave and they stood at an impasse Their feet sunk into the ground as neither one budged,

"Good good," Rosemary yelled as Sonata came by with some envelopes.

"We have mail, it seems," Sonata said as Rosemary snatched them from her hand.

"Junk, junk," she began as the envelopes she called trash lit up in flames," trash, garbage. Not Ontario's exam conformation. Wait, this one is different, from Jacob and Emily Erie."

"Ontario's parents perhaps," Sonata wondered as Rosemary took a small knife and opened it. "Hey," Sonata yelled," isn't that his private mail you are looking at?"

"Who cares," she stated smugly as she looked at the paper," 'Ontario, how has it been over there? We are glad that you have been safe, and I hope you have a good squad and I hope you have made lots of friends. Well, if your squad doesn't have any plans, bring some of your closest friends here for Thanksgiving. We hope to see you soon, love your caring parents.'"

"I wonder if his parents have wings too," Sonata asked.

"The more important thing is the free food we will get," Rosemary smiled maliciously," and to hopefully fix his mother's bad grammar."

"You ARE evil aren't you," Sonata stepped back.

As the boys continued their struggle of strength, Alexander tilted his head forward and hooked his horn onto the small gaps of Ontario's bulky armor and lifted him up and away. Ontario flew up a few feet before landing and making a small crater in the dirt.

"He's doing better," Rosemary said. Ontario lifted his hand up as a group of large rocky spikes came up to hit Alexander, but Alexander merely smashed them down as he slammed himself into Ontario.