The Wish

The Honmoon shook & quivered as its favorite Hunter fell to her knees. There was a hint of fear in their voice as she pleads with the older Hunter before her. A mixture of fear, disappointment, & tiredness. Her voice was tired, so very tired. The Honmoon tried to provide the little comfort it was capable of to no avail, for its strings were pushed away by something sinister. The young Hunter had a barrier of her own, one that clashed with the Honmoon itself. It pained the Honmoon to feel the rejection from its favorite little Hunter. Despite always choosing three & caring for them all the same, this one was special. Yes. For it had gifted them their very life. This one cried with its power rooted deep within its very strings of existence. The connection was far stronger than any before her; & yet despite all that, she had bled. She bleeds, cries, & begs for the punishment of her creation. For allowing the gift the Honmoon gave her to be here this long.

That isn't right.