The Crowns of the Gods.

Earth- Luna- Gaia's Daughter

In Nampa, Idaho, nestled between the bustle of the city and the quiet of its outskirts, there exists a diner known only to the lost and broken. It stands as a refuge for the weary souls of druggies, the homeless seeking warmth, and criminals evading the law or their loved ones. Amidst the haze of cigarette smoke and the murmurs of whispered conversations, a young girl stands out with her waist-length brown hair cascading in gentle waves and her piercing blue eyes that seem to hold a glimmer of hope even in the dimly lit corners of the diner.

As a waitress, she moves with a grace that belies the worn linoleum floor beneath her feet. With each step, she navigates between tables and booths, balancing trays of food and drink with effortless poise. The soft strains of melancholic music provide a backdrop to her motions, adding a touch of surrealism to the scene. While some patrons regard her with fleeting curiosity or judgmental glances, those who know her recognize her as the epitome of sincerity, joy, and artistic spirit in a place often devoid of such qualities.

Despite the diner's reputation as a haven for the troubled, she maintains an aura of warmth and genuine kindness, greeting each customer with a smile that reaches her eyes. Her presence is a beacon of tranquility amidst the chaotic narratives that unfold daily within the diner's walls.

"Hey Luna, when are you gonna let me take you out?" Jagger's voice boomed from the end of the bar, cutting through the murmurs of the diner.

Luna glanced over her shoulder, her smile polite but unwavering as she continued to clear off her tables. Her waist-length brown hair caught the dim light as she moved, a subtle glint of defiance in her shining blue eyes. "How about never, Jagger? You know I have a boyfriend," she replied calmly, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Oh, come on, L. You know I can give you a pretty good time. He doesn't even have to know," Jagger persisted, his voice slurred slightly from the cheap whiskey he nursed, undeterred, he wrapped his arm around her waist, a move he had attempted on every woman who passed through the diner.

Luna's eyes darkened as she turned around, her patience snapping like a taut wire. In one swift motion, she shoved Jagger off his stool. To her surprise, he flew across the room and hit the back wall with a thud. Luna stared at her hands in shock, disbelief etched across her face. When she looked back at Jagger, he was struggling to get up, rubbing his side where he had hit the wall.

"Oh god, Jagger, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted you off me, not hurt," Luna apologized, her voice trembling with genuine concern.

"You're a freak, Luna," he spat, pushing her away roughly. "I'm never coming back here."

With that, he hurried out the door, leaving Luna standing there, stunned and guilt-ridden. She glanced around at the other waitresses, who looked at her in a mixture of astonishment and awe. After a moment of silence, they erupted into cheers and applause.

"Luna, you just got rid of one of our biggest problems. Thank you," Reba said, stepping forward with a grin of admiration.

"I didn't mean to hurt him. I lost control of myself. It felt like I drew strength from the earth," Luna explained, her voice still quivering.

"You had a rush of adrenaline, Luna. You did something amazing. He'll be okay," Reba reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Luna nodded quietly and returned to her music, finishing her tasks and heading to the break room. She stowed her apron in her locker, grabbed her purse and jacket, and waved goodbye to the other girls before stepping out into the cool night. The park across from the diner was bathed in shadows, the trees whispering secrets in the breeze.