A Moonlit Prince
By Fée de la Lune
Chapter 1 The moonlight poured into the valley. The fog blanketed the serene lake. In a quiet grotto, sat Ami. Her pale complexion glowing as she stared into the deep depths of the water. "Hmmm," she thought to herself, "I wonder where he is. It's nearly eleven and not one sign of anyone."
Earlier that day, opened her school locker and out fell a note reading,
"I know Ami, who you really are
I will meet you at Rellono Lake
A silent moon will lead you
Beside the lake you must wait
Ill see you there."
She had decided immediately to tell the girls about this. Of course,
they all knew this was a trap, but somehow, something was not quite
right about it. The note was written in a strange fashion. It was a
foreign calligraphy, not Ami, or any of the scouts had ever seen
anything like it before.
The dark surface of the water rippled, and out of the corner of her right eye, she saw something move. The scouts were carefully positioned in the trees and bushes surrounding her. But none should have been anywhere near the ripple's epicenter was. Another ripple. She ignored her heart in her throat and continued to pretend she hadn't ever noticed. Tension hung in the air. One more ripple, and then a rustle in the bushes, out sprang.
By Fée de la Lune
Chapter 1 The moonlight poured into the valley. The fog blanketed the serene lake. In a quiet grotto, sat Ami. Her pale complexion glowing as she stared into the deep depths of the water. "Hmmm," she thought to herself, "I wonder where he is. It's nearly eleven and not one sign of anyone."
Earlier that day, opened her school locker and out fell a note reading,
"I know Ami, who you really are
I will meet you at Rellono Lake
A silent moon will lead you
Beside the lake you must wait
Ill see you there."
She had decided immediately to tell the girls about this. Of course,
they all knew this was a trap, but somehow, something was not quite
right about it. The note was written in a strange fashion. It was a
foreign calligraphy, not Ami, or any of the scouts had ever seen
anything like it before.
The dark surface of the water rippled, and out of the corner of her right eye, she saw something move. The scouts were carefully positioned in the trees and bushes surrounding her. But none should have been anywhere near the ripple's epicenter was. Another ripple. She ignored her heart in her throat and continued to pretend she hadn't ever noticed. Tension hung in the air. One more ripple, and then a rustle in the bushes, out sprang.