Reborn From The Moon [ON HOLD]

Puer de Nocte

I understand that my previous chapter may have seemed a bit rushed, so to fill you in on the last 12 years, I am going to write a chapter in Puer de Nocte's POV and in Stella Fillia's POV about what has gone on in the last twelve years. Of course it will still skip around a bit, I have to get to the main part of the story, but hopefully this will give you a little more of an understanding. Here is the one in Puer de Nocte's POV. It starts from where he first meets Renatus A Luna and goes 'til the previous chapter. Dedicated to @QueenEsther1234 for inspiring me to write again. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

April 4th 1999

Crap, I'm late again. Mom is so going to kill me. Or worse, she's going to lecture me.

Usually, getting a lecture wouldnt be so bad as opposed to death, but you havent heard one of my mom's lectures. She gives a  two hour speech about how I am going to be king one day and I have to be more responsible. Then she drags up every little thing I've done wrong since I was seven. After that she starts getting worked up and starts crying about how she just wishes I could be that cute little obedient 5 year old boy again. That is usually when dad comes in, get's mad at me for making mom cry, and gives me a punishment that is way more severe than it needs to be in the first place. It's rediculous.

I was basically speed walking down the hall when I caught a girl about my age in the corner of my eye. She was looking a bit lost, so I went over there to see if she needed help. I was hoping she was so that I could use that as an excuse for being late. Selfish, I know, but in this way she would be able to get where she needs to go, and I'll have an excuse for being lat. It's a win-win.

Once I got a little closer, I got a better look at her. She had creamy brown skin, big dark brown, almost black, eyes and a cute little nose. She had on red lipstick that made her look sexy and mysterious, and matched her dress, which was a longer dress with a slit going up her thigh. The whole outfit was completed by high black heels. All in all, she was beautiful.

"Excuse Me?" She said, her voice was silky and soft. Wait, why is she speaking english. Oh yeah, she must be the one that mom is ordering everyone to speak english for. She must be the new reborn.

"Oh so you are the one that my mom is making everybody speak English for. Well I am Puer de Nocte and I am pleased to meet you, beautiful." I said laying on the charm. She blushed, making my ego boost about 20 percent, but she also looked a little timid and afraid. I wonder why.

"Pleased to meet you too. I would tell you my name, but as strange as it sounds, I cant remember it. Sorry." She said looking really conflicted.

"Dont be sorry, it is usual for reborn's to forget their names, even though we havent needed a reborn since Joan of Arc. Anyway, you had a question for me?"  I said to her. I could tell she was confused by my Joan of Arc comment, but no need to worry, all her questions will be answered soon.

"Someone named Luna Dea has requested my presence and I have no idea where to go. Could you possibly point me in the right direction?"

"Ah yes the dinner that my mom is hosting in you honor. Well, I happen to be going that way, would you mind accompanying me there?" I asked her. Sher looked reluctant. Maybe I was coming on too strong.

"But wont you get in trouble?" Huh?

"Why would I get in trouble?" I asked confused.

Well you are white. It would look very scandoulous if you were seen walking with a negro girl on your arm. I wouldnt want to get you in trouble." She told me, like it was common knowledge. What is she talking about. Oh.

"Ah, I forgot that you were taken in the sixties. You see, this is Nocte Regnum, a kingdom where race makes no difference. We are not humans, we dont judge people because of the color of their skin. Even on Earth , America now rid of segregation. It is the 90's there, a time of technology and equality. African Americans are moving up in the world, that doesnt mean that there isnt still racism, but there is much less than there was before. It isnt 1968 anymore, beautiful. So to answer your question, I would most definately not get in trouble, mostly because nobody looks at race, but also because I am a product of an interracial relationship myself, and from what I heard, so are you." I told her, finally remembering. That is why she was so reluctant to walk with me. I guess I havent lost my charm.