Luna is the Spirit of the Moon. She is 1,200,000 years old. Every night she sends out thousands of moonbeams to light the earth. Raised by the Wilderness she has developed many traits that come with growing up alone and forgotten: Keen eyes, impeccable hearing, light steps and impossible quickness. She is also the one who chooses the Guardians. When pitch arrives, more powerful than ever, the Guardians will need all the help they can get. But Will the help be Hot-tempered Luna, the son of the Spirit of the sun, a wizards apprentice, a boy who turns into a toad when he's nervous and a spirit of light? Or will pitch finally rule dreams.


Luna

Pale light burst from my fingertips, swirling around me as gracefully as the birds down on earth. The light flickered saying

My Orders?

"Go to earth and light the house of the Tethers down in Chicago. The come back and report." I said. "And do your best to come back otherwise I'll think something's wrong. Oh also split. I can't make never ending moonbeams." I added as second thought. It flickered again agreeing to what I had said. Splitting into three parts it zoomed towards the earth. "That was the last one" I mumbled heading towards my cabin. My cabin is in the woods and the forest here is not like the one on earth. The trees shimmer white with moonlight.

In my cabin I made my dinner. A simple meal of toasted bread and moon nut butter. Exhausted I slumped into bed after removing my sword, quiver and bow as the sun rose on the other side of the earth. That's my routine. Wake up. Make moonbeams. Rest and practice and eat. Make moonbeams. Eat. Sleep. I dream of the Guardians. Pitch is attacking! I wake in a cold sweat. In my globe I see a small dab of darkness. Oh no.


Katherine

"Wake up Katherine" shouts a loud angry voice. "What is it Ombric?" I ask. "Two words: Spells and Fingerprints." He said. "Oh. That." I say, rolling over. "What did I say about messing in my spell books?" He asks. "Sorry Ombric." I say. Feeling guilty I jump out of bed. "Can I dress now." I ask. "Yes, yes, just don't do it again." He says dismissively. Quickly I dress.

At Lessons

"Today we learn about the Moonbeam dialect..." he said.

After a lecture about Moonbeams that lasted for two hours and a worksheet about them for another hour I was finally free to 'have educational Freedom' as Ombric calls it.

I love Santoff Claussen. Also known as place of dreams. Veronique Smethy is my best friend. She sides up with me. "Hey. What kept you." She asks. "Ombric" I reply. "Oh" she says.


Arnold

"Hey froggy boy..." a loud, taunting voice filled the air. Oh no. Chester was after me. Chester was the school bully. I'm Arnold. Arnold Tether. I live in Chicago. Chester is the school bully. He's always taunting me because I turn into a frog when I'm nervous. I'm sweating as I become smaller and greener. "Oh Ribbit" I croak, hopping away as fast as I can. Unfortunately not fast enough. "Hey froggy boy. Got a frog in your Throat?" Laughing at his own stupid joke, he grabs me, squeezing my squishy guts. I hate it when I'm a frog. I sigh but it comes out as "huh crokly huh" "trying to speak up froggy boy?" He says. I become brownisher. I'm blushing. Note to self: red and green don't look good together.

At home

"You were due hours ago." Says mom. "Sorry. I had detention." I reply. "Oh." She says. Clearly not believing me. "Dinner ready?" I ask hopefully. She nods pointing to a plate of mashed potatoes and fried sausages. A single moonbeam falls on the table. I gaze at the Moon. So big and full. How I wish to know the secrets of the Moon.


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