Lunar is Rising- Secrets Untold(On Hold)
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  • Reads 97
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 36m
Ongoing, First published Aug 08, 2022
Luna lives in an ordinary town with ordinary people surrounded by myths and legends as well as a very large wall surrounding the town at it's borders protecting them from those myths and legends. Luna was happy until the day that her world turned upside down. Her family taken and her life having hidden secrets, Luna is now thrown into these myths and legends.


Will she be able to find her family? What lies and Truths will she unfold? Will she ever be normal again?
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In the final days of autumn, a young princess climbs her favourite tree clutching a folded star of paper to her aching heart. Contained within its crisp lines are recountings of her dreams and darings... and a plea that she might, at last, be welcomed home. With a kiss for luck, she tosses her star to the southbound winds, and stumbles her way to a crumbling cottage in the deep woods. Years pass and the constellations spin, her pleas have gone unanswered. The princess grows, and her uncertainties are buried beneath the gentle earth of spurned hopes. It is now, when she has almost forgotten how to wish on morning stars, that an invitation of smoke and dream light arrives, carried on horseback by soldiers of a different kingdom; the Dark Moon Ball might prove her salvation. She does not yet know that love is an exquisite, wretched thing and that wishes are fickle as wisp light. She does not yet know that paths of magic have their own sense of poetry, and walking them presses footprints into the deepest sands of self, remaining even as the stars and seasons turn. She does not yet know that home is where you keep your north star.