Guardian of the Sun ~ Robin De Noir Love story
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  • Time 1h 45m
Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2016
There wasn't just the Moon Princess, she needed protection. A friend. And she had one, there was none better. This friend became known as the Guardian of the Sun.

Áine Eliana Merryweather, daughter of Sir Benjamin has lived her life in Moonacre Valley with no mother. When her cousin comes to live with her and her father. Things start to change and Áine helps her cousin, Maria, every step of the way. Along with bumping into some old friends. It will take the magic of the Sun and the Moon, to give these girls their happy ending.

              ~ 

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Hopefully."
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Selenophilia

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[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.