LUNA SUNFLOWER is a freak. The kind you whisper about on the streets or spare a few concerned glances at. But she is also a dreamer, the kind that'd dream up big adventures of fairies and mysterious assassins kidnapping mothers-her mother, to be spe...
"I has't nev'r seen a fairy nor has't I ever hath met an elf-man. Which wast wherefore I would nev'r truly believeth such folly without having ever seen those folk. That is, until I hath met the sir on the white stallion. I hath asked who that gent wast the night we hath met at the end of Ausziehplatte. The good sir looked at me in silent contemplation ere telling me that gent wast the lord to his people. The elves, I assumed. I bethought I finally hath opened the door separating the two worlds... But I nev'r learnt his name that night and what I'd seen wast but a small peak of the world beyond."
—Fel Medrek's "Confessions of Gàia" (Published on the 4th Cycle, by Lidia's Markets, in Wyver, Forundan.)
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I rode past the tall greens, past the rubble of the ruins and past the town's cobbled roads. I hiked my bike up the green hillside, painted with daisies, poppies and violets of all colours. The sun was setting and the autumn breeze blew my hair back, reminding me of the meteor shower that would happen the next month. I'd never witnessed one myself, though they were quite frequently mentioned in the books at the library. By the time stars started blinking into the night sky, once the sun turned its back to us, I'd arrived at the fence that surrounded the Sunflower Mansion. I let out a misty breath as the evening cold settled into my bones. My denim jacket was not enough to protect me from winter's grasps. It seemed to grip onto my shoulders and whisper into my ears and threaten me of what was to come. I had to remind myself that winter was a month away and that the cold was just quite early this year. Yet a sense of foreboding buried itself deep in my heart.
Suddenly, I felt the world around me disappear as I spotted a hint of glowing silver float past me. I spun to face it, in an attempt to catch a glance at the all too familiar boy I had come to know as my only friend.
"Are you slow?" He sneered at me, his translucent arms curled around each other and shielded himself from me. He was not happy.
"Lucian!" I gave the boy a small smile. He was my best friend after all, even though pa' and ma' insisted that he had left a long time ago.
"Oh, you think everything's Jolly now, eh?" My smile fell and my grip on my bike tightened.
"Eh, what?" I got off the bike and placed it behind the blueberry bush. I wanted to pretend he wasn't there.
"Luna, those good-for-nothin' bastards are destroying my forest again." I could feel his glower on my back, I gulped and fiddled with the worn brown buttons of my jacket.
"I tried to tell them not to--"
"You tried? You think that's enough? Do you think that everything will be just fine because you tried?" He was so close now, though I couldn't feel his breath I could definitely feel the withering anger directed at me. I glared at my shoes, forcing my watering eyes to hold onto the inevitable onslaught of tears.
