As the fire burned in the cold night, Damien watched the people dance around it. Arm flying, feet stomping with the drums. But one caught his eye. A girl about 15 dancing different then the others. Flinging red sand clay into the fire. The waves smashed the shore with the movement of her arms, the fire cracked with the stomp in her steps. With the final beat of the drum, she flung her head back and howled as the other clasped to the ground. When the girl hit the ground the fire died with her closed eyes. He knows tomorrow they would wake up at home with no memory of this night. But with the song in their hearts and the drums in their heads. And the girl with red on her hands. //////////////////////////////////////////////// Luna Astion was never normal. A foster child for so many years. Never knowing who her real parents were, wether alive or dead, it got to her as a child. But she's grown use to everyone ignoring her. So when she turns 15 and starts waking up on the beach with blood red hands, things get worse. Her nabbers believe the resent disappearing teens has something to do with her. And the worst part is..... So dose she. Along with the mysteries new guy. And the fact that some other teens are begging to hang around her and try to talk to her. Everything's shifting. Can Luna really be the reason or is some unknown force at work here. She doesn't know who to trust, or if she should at all, she's beging to not even trust her self.