chapter 6

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1 year later

*Luna's POV *

It had been raining for two days straight and it didn't look like it was going to end any time soon.
What in the world was I thinking when I insisted to go get some supplies in this weather?!
Approaching the hidden leaf cautiously she searched for scouts of her former clan.
All clear so far.
Delirium opened her eyes and sniffed the air. Right now she just looked like a piece of jewellery,greyish skin with a red stone as an eye. Pretty but uncommon. At least to the untrained eye.
Passing the guards, she gave them a small nod, just enough to not come across as a total stranger.
Luckily for her because of the rain and her age they didn't pay much attention to her.

Normally the shopping district was pretty crowded but now it was deserted. Great this isn't making my job any easier.
Passing by little souvenir shops, she ducked inside a food shop. Except for a man looking at the drinks the shop was empty. The owner probably in the back. Bingo.
Walking close by the foodpackets to give delirium the chance to grab them and hide them away. Most ended up under her clothes but some fell on the ground on purpose. Deli uncoiled and fell on the ground, grabbing the packets before scurrying off.
She soon followed not looking at anything in particular.
Deli was waiting for her just around the corner. "We did it!" she giggled while she put the packets in a old plastic bag and gave it to Deli. "Take that home as fast as you can. I'll be there soon." she watched until Deli had completely vanished from view.
She set out to search for a dry place. The cold may not bother her, but she genuinely hated the fact that she was soaked. Maybe I'll stay here until it stops raining. I'm exhausted.

Walking around the village was easier than she had thought. No scouts were visible. Maybe they stopped looking?
Hearing footsteps behind her she started walking faster, and faster.
Glancing behind her she only saw a figure following her before she started running.
Turning sharply to the left she skidded to a stop. A dead end.

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