The night was calm ; only but a gentle breeze to cause the trees to sway left and right with its force . However , the beautiful sky was slightly covered with smoke of a fallen village that the royal had arrived to . Her hands covering her dark , glossed lips in shock and sadness to the fallen homes .
And yet, Luna felt nothing but pain as she scanned the dead . Small hands mixed with bigger bodies stuck out , the smell making her stomach knot in disgust . Stepping over the bodies , she looked to her guards and gave an order to look for survivors .. but hope felt lost .. then, within the ruined home , sat the little box ; completely fine with only shards of glass and bits of ash covering it . Moving to , she picked it up and hummed before feeling the stamp ; her ‘ stamp of protection ‘ ..
“ Why , what are you doing here my dear puppet ? “ she whispered in curiosity , a soft smile forming as she held the box . Then , the smile faded as more thoughts came to , “ you’ve not caused this firestorm , I hope ..” the lunar royal sighed , standing with box in hand , “ stay within the darkness , my friend . It is not safe to pop like a weasel yet . “
