"Hello".
The sound of a confident voice rang out through the studio. This black room with gray carpet was lined with technology; Some bulky, some smooth, some new, and some old. While only three people stood in the studio, the room felt oddly tense.
"Tonight we have a story to tell, a very important one, one of inspiration" the man took a breath and paused before continuing onward, "with pain and love this story brings a lesson. Real or not, I believe anyone who listens in has a chance to learn more about themselves and others".
"Ms. Luna Iver will be telling their story with you all tonight. Please, do treat their story as if it was your own" he ended his part. Moving his seat away from the microphone he urged Luna forward.
Luna sat by the microphone and began their story with a wavering smile on their face. "You all should get comfy, this might be a long one" She gave a nervous chuckle before continuing, "I won't regret telling you this if you handle it with care".
People listening to the station had others bring up chairs and line up around the nearby radios. The houses and neighborhoods, the city and country-sides all seemed to silence themselves to hear this. Some seemed eager and seemed serious while others were static and interested. It seemed from the young to the old, all had gathered.
The silence dragged on for a tense minute before the voice spoke again.
Smooth and clear, Luna let out their voice ring around the world.
And this is where our story will start.
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Our Last Hope
FanfictionLuna Iver, a senior in high school, has barely lived life to it's fullest. She has lived pushing her own issues and emotions away, taking care of her impaired and abusive uncle at home. When she starts to find control over this routine a new obstacl...
