Often times when I'm alone, my mind conjures up the image of the pale white moon. It's large, so large that it looks as if it could swallow dear little Moonacre in all of it's entirety. And then I feel the crushing weight of water, swirling around me. My hands frantically try to swipe the pearls off the bodice of my dress as the cold waves push me down further. My lungs cry out for air but I still plummet to the bottom of the dark ocean. When I'm finally forced to gulp down the salty liquid, I'm at peace- serene. And everything fades to black... ------------------------------------ Maria and Robin seem to be in an endless dance; one day they take a step forward, the next they take a step back. With pressure and tension mounting, will they end up together, or will someone end up with a broken heart?

Maria was brave enough to save the valley, but will she be brave enough to admit her feelings to Robin de Noir? Will something else happen that makes her question if she should tell him? Find out in my story. ------------------ Yes, I realize my description is really lame, but it's actually a good story. If you want to fully understand it, watch the movie The Secret of Moonacre first.