Hunter Moon

Summary: Luna Nova is a local Alaskan woman that lives in a small town where nothing much happens. Everyone lives their own lives, yet they rely on each other when needed. One day while Luna was out hunting, a space ship crashed in front of her. When a dying alien female in labor suddenly stumbled out, Luna knew that her life would never be the same.

Drago: (peak out from under a rock. Grins) No worries! I'm still around but I have been really busy! Trying to find some time to write is getting difficult but at the same time. I was a bit nervous about posting again. I have some stories that I have already written, but I wasn't sure which one should I post. I remember my old story Sweet Little Baby was a bit of a hit, I decide to post this one first since it is about an alien baby.

Takao: (appears in a black purple mist) What!? You're posting this story first! What about the story that I'm in?

Drago: (mumbles) I regret making a fourth breaking OCC. Takao that story isn't ready and besides you're a side character anyway.

Takao: I'm still part of the story! Which by the way will make the story great!

(G1 Bumblebee but 2007 Camaro alt mode and Movie Barricade, toys, walks in. Watch Drago and Takao argue.)

Cade: (annoy) Are they arguing again?

Bee: oh boy, well this would take a while.

Cade: I'm not doing the disclaimer.

Bee: (roll optics) Of course you won't. (Big grin) Alright, folks! DragonRiderWarrior does not own anything, only her occs.

Cade: Special thanks to Commander Jim for editing the chapter.

Bee: Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Luna's POV

The air is freshly clean, and its natural cloying scents fill my nostrils. All is quiet and serene with the exception of the pleasing sounds of nature. The birds chirp high above the trees for all to hear while small animals scurry about and larger animals roam the tundra. The cold air chills me to the bone, yet it brings a comforting feeling as I am able to view the beauty that it brings. The snow makes the forest an enchanted forest of cold and a blanket of white covers the ground and the trees. Yet life still lives on, adapting to it all. My Blue Roan, a strong and powerful Belgian stallion, huffs and puffs hot air that fogs the air. I could feel his strong muscles through the old western saddle as his thick legs travel through the snow with ease despite the weight on his back. He doesn't fuss as he pushes forward like a moving tank, hence the reason why I named him Tank. His breed is the strongest and heaviest of the draft horses, but Tank seems to stand out bigger and stronger than most. I use Tank for everything and my neighbors always ask to borrow him. Despite being massive, he is a gentle and well-behaved stallion… if they know how to control one. If one doesn't know how to handle and control Tank, they will be quickly overwhelmed. I smirk as I remember when few of my cocky neighbors ask to borrow him, only for me to discover my horse back home in his stall and my neighbors calling me in a panic saying that Tank had escaped. They keep insisting that Tank too dangerous when really they are complete idiots for not knowing how to properly handle him. I chuckle as I clearly remember the stupid confused look on their faces.

Looking over my shoulder, my old clever tan mule follows along the same path that Tank made. He's a smart little bugger and at times a pain in my ass. When I first got him, the children around town named him "Bugs". He is really too damn smart for his own good, yet I'm happy to have him. When Tank needs a break from hauling things, Bugs picks up the slack; or when Tank is in his stupid moments, Bugs finds a way around it.

Hearing a bark up ahead, I look over to see Tiger, my brown brindle Akita, chasing a rabbit. He runs through the snow with ease as his large paws and long strong legs make it possible for him to keep up with the rabbit. His breed was bred to guard and protect from any threats, fiercely loyal to their masters. The ideal pet fit for the wealthy and strong Emperors of Japan.

I sigh as my eyes scan over the snow-covered land, searching for the prey I hope to hunt elk. Strangely enough, Elks don't usually travel this far. Usually, they will only come down from the mountains in search of food. I think the reason they came here was due to the very heavy storm that had recently passed. It was very strong, and it had blocked off many paths that I and the rest of the town use all the time. We have no choice but to venture out and create new paths in order to find food. That storm was just one many that will come in the weeks and months ahead. That is why the town is in such a rush to gather what we can to be ready for the upcoming winter. We are expecting that this winter will be a long one. As for me, I live alone and so I don't need as much at the others, but this town relies heavily on one another. Everyone doesn't work only for themselves; they work for each other as well. Especially me; I work my ass off to protect, guide and provide for the town as I view them all as my family. That's probably the reason why I got the nickname "Mama". Good reason too, as I am as loving and caring as one, but with the temper of an angry mama bear. Everyone knows they'd better listen to Mama or they will have their asses handed to them.

I pull out of my thoughts when I suddenly hear Tiger growl while Tank and Bugs both raise their heads high with their ears pointed in the same direction, all on high alert. I can see the anxiety of my animals and ever since growing up around animals, I trust their judgment to detect dangers as they can sense danger much faster than any human. I try to keep my horse under control as I look around to find what causing their distress, but I can't see anything. I can easily spot any predators that could be lurking in the area, but I don't see anything in the near vicinity. My animals won't be acting up for no good reason. There is something out there, but I don't know what it can be. I look over to Tiger to see if he could be pointing it out, but instead, I see him barking up at the sky. He barks and walks around in circles, and it only confuses me. What the hell? In my own confusion, I let my guard down and suddenly Tank rears up with loud whiney and tosses me backward off of the saddle.

Luckily the snow comforts my fall but I watch as Tank and Bugs run away. Suddenly, I hear what sounds like a sharp whistle and it is shortly followed by a massive object gliding erratically through the air. It smashes through the trees, knocking them down and leaving some on fire. It crashes into the Earth with a massive explosion that causes the ground to shake. Tiger had pressed against me and he whimpered in fear as the object settled down on the snow-covered ground. I stood up to investigate what it was that had fallen from the sky, even though the back of my mind was screaming for me to turn tail and run like hell. I knew, however, that I had to find out if this was possibly a threat for the sake of the town.

Grabbing my gun, and on the lookout for any possible danger, I slowly walked closer to what looked like a ship of some sort. Now I'd seen a lot of different ships in my lifetime, but nothing even remotely resembled this… this… thing. Oh My God… could this be… an alien ship of some sort?

I command Tiger to be quiet and have him stay hidden. He knows perfectly well when to leap if I am attacked. As I look over the ship I can see that it in very bad shape and it definitely won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Heavy black smoke billows from the burning remains of the ship. Judging by state the ship is in, I bet anyone that was flying in that thing would not have survived, and for my own safety, I need to get far away in case this thing blows sky high.

Just as I turn away, I jump in fright as part of the ship bursts outwards and my jaw drops to the floor as I watch a being of some sort stumble out of the wreckage. My eyes widen in disbelief at the size of this thing. It is absolutely HUGE! I can easily say that it towers over me by at least ten feet and I'm nearly six feet tall! This… thing had a scale-like appearance similar to that of a lizard with gray, black and white patterns. When I look at its face, I can't help but flinch as I see how UGLY this thing is! Its face looks like it belongs to some sort of mutant crab!

When it notices me, it roars so loud that it seems to echo throughout the mountains. Fear grips me like a vice as I fearfully look at this … monster. I knew I didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell trying to fight this thing. It could probably kill me before I could even blink. What am I going to do? I am just standing here, frozen in fear and unable to move. My stupid brain wouldn't register what stood before me and wouldn't give my body the command to run away as fast and as far as possible. Instead, I stupidly stood there like a doofus, and if I were in some kind of movie, people would be screaming at the screen for me to run away like a bat out of hell.

However, as I watch the monster stumble into the snow, I realize the serious state that it was in. She, from my guess judging by the large mounds on her chest, looks like she came from hell and back. She limps very heavily, and I notice that her body is very badly bruised, burned and cut very badly with large bloody slashes. Her blood, I think, is bright green and spills onto the snow. I can see that her arm is badly broken since I can see it hanging down her side and leg by the way she walks on one side. She only manages to walk a few feet from the ship when it suddenly explodes, the force of the blast knocking both of us down. The alien woman roars loudly in pain as the force of the blast burns her back, but instead of falling forward, she instead falls onto her back. She roars again as the snow cools her burning back, creating a wisp of steam rising from the snow. She lay there, huffing heavily from the pain, and her head slowly turning from side to side.

My heart throbs with pity for this being. Alien or not, it is still a living being. I can't just walk away…I must help her. I can't just leave her like this, knowing that I could have done something.

Very carefully, as if approaching a deadly animal, I made sure that she could see me. I could hear her struggling to breathe as if it was a chore. She looked over at me, and in her eyes, I could see exhaustion and pain, but as I got closer she roared loudly at me. I backed away slowly with my hands up in surrender. She growled deeply at me, threatening and warning, sensing me as a threat. Yeah, right… as if I could be a threat to her. Even in her current state, I bet she could tear me apart with those claws. I want her to know that I want to help but how can I? I don't think she would be able to understand me. Regardless of the circumstances, I can't quit. I have to try the best way that I can.

"It ok," I said softly and calmly. Calm is putting it mildly. My heart is ready to jump out of my chest. "I only want to help you."

I hold one hand close to my chest and hold out the other one toward her. I bend my knees slightly to make myself smaller, trying to make myself not look like a threat. She looks me over and begins making that strange clicking noise as I move closer. I come closer until I am at arm's reach. I flinch as she suddenly reaches out and grips my shoulder. My heart jumps as her hand easily covers half of my body. She looks me over and I see those mandibles open and close as she breathes in. What the hell is she doing? My god, I feel like an ant compared to this woman. I tense when she brings me closer to her and she makes those strange noises again, but much faster and more urgent.

She lets go of me and I watch as she tries to roll over onto her hands and knees. This proves to be very difficult since her leg and arm is broken. The pain must be excruciating, but she ignores the pain and moves onto her hands and knees. My eyes widen in horror as I watch her spread her legs and at that moment notice the size of her round stomach. At that point, the sudden realization of what appears to be happening strikes me so hard that I am left winded and speechless. Is this alien really going into labor!? Is she really having a baby right now!? This can't be happening?

I snap out of my trance when I hear her sharply bark at me. Upon looking at her I can see her glaring at me with heated aggression. During my lifetime I have been a midwife to many laboring women, and I had also acted as a surrogate mother when the need arose. I know that now is not the time to panic. My knowledge of birth matters kicks in and I walk over toward her spread legs. I can see liquids already leaking out. Oh My God… I'm going to be a midwife to an alien! Taking a deep breath to help settle my nerves I tell her "Well, let's have a baby."

Let me say now that never again will I ever be a midwife to an alien! If I didn't know how aggressive women in labor could be, I could easily have been killed dozens of time by this woman. Everything we both went through at this time was understandable, and finally, she was able to successfully deliver a big baby, and I mean BIG! Damn! Judging from the weight that I feel, I would guess about 15 pounds or so, and from my knowledge, I would say that she has delivered a healthy baby boy… I think. I don't have a clue what is healthy for an alien species! One thing I know is damn! This kid has some strong lungs as he cries loudly. I bet that he can't stand the freezing weather he was born into. I give up my sweater scarf to clean the infant before swaddling him with my wool sweater.

I carry him over to his mother who had rolled onto her back. I notice that her breathing is very slow and weak. I kneel next to her as I lay the baby onto her chest. She begins to purr loudly but softly which made the baby settles down. I smile at the sweet bonding moment between the mother and her newborn son. I look up as she looks at me and grabs my shoulder again. She gives it a slight squeeze and she speaks to me in her own language; words that I can't understand yet it sounds like she is pleading for something. She looks back to her baby, and as I hear her give a small purr her hand weakly falls off my shoulder. It was then that I realize that this woman is dying and there is nothing that I can do to prevent it. I could only watch and listen as she purred lovingly at her baby. I watched in silence as she stared at her baby until the life in her gold-colored eyes faded away and she took her final breath.

I look down as I feel tears swell in my eyes. I tightly clench my teeth at how unfair this is, so terribly unfair for both the baby and the mother. I had witnessed mothers die from childbirth, but I knew that their babies would be taken care of, would be safe with the family. However this is an alien, a species I know absolutely nothing about, and I have no way to contact them. This woman could have a family and husband waiting for her, not knowing that she is dead on an alien planet and her baby all alone and defenseless. I don't know if they will ever find her, but I'm damn sure that I wasn't going to leave this baby alone and helpless.

As I pick up the baby to take him home with me, I look back at the dead woman. I'll come back to properly bury her, but for now, I need to get her baby to safety. That is what she would have wanted. I need to get home fast as I can feel the baby shivering even through the thick wool sweater he is wrapped up in. With his lizard-like appearance and scaly skin, I can only guess that they might lack a tolerance for cold temperature.

Moving as fast I can through the thick snow, Tigers trails behind me, but he barks at me as he tries to understand what I held close to me. I kept him away as I tried to keep the baby warm. My determination pushes me forward as I rush through the snow. I ignore the sweat that builds and the ache in my body as I push my body toward its limits. Luckily for me though, after running a far distance from the ship's crash site, Tank and Bugs stood waiting for me. I rush over to Tank and quickly jump onto the saddle. I grab the reins and bring Tank to a canter. He follows along the same path he made coming here. With a path and now going downhill, we should arrive home very soon. I hold the baby close to me, hoping we make it home quickly and safely.

Yautja Woman's POV

I am not a true Yautja. I wasn't sired by a male, and I wasn't birthed by a female. I was created in a lab, born in a test tube by bad bloods. I am only a clone, created solely for breeding, because the females that were naturally born are weak and ill. It is unknown as to why, but the Yautja's honor and pride refuse to allow them to create things in labs. If we have pups created in labs, instead of by natural birth, the pups will not have the history of honor flowing through their veins. I am the perfect image and health of a Yautja female yet I am not natural. I should not be alive. I am no one. I am forced to breed by the leader of a clan of Bad Bloods; forced to carry his seed. I would have been doomed to give birth to my pup into this dishonorable clan but my creator, a male that had at least some honor left within him, could not allow such disgrace to continue. There was still honor within him, but it had been tainted by the clan he belonged to. In an attempt to help right these wrongs, he imprinted into me the knowledge of how to live according to the Yautja code of honor. He enabled me to truly understand the honorable Yautja way of life, and avoid at all costs the path of dishonor. He was also the one that helped me to escape the Bad Bloods, and he destroyed everything that made it possible to create clones like me. He sacrificed his own life to regain his honor and to help me escape the life I was forced into living. I managed to leave the Bad Blood's ship in an escape pod, but during my escape, the pod was severely damaged as it made the jump to light speed. I was helpless as the ship traveled to a different system and crashed upon an unknown planet.

The crash was brutal, the ship bursting into flames and the smoke filling my lungs. Using all of my energy to protect the life of my unborn pup I was able to escape the ship. I felt nothing but pain as I stumbled, but then felt the dreaded cold of this planet's environment. I had to get away as far from the ship as possible because I knew it will explode. However, I could see a small being standing outside. I growled lowly before roaring loudly to scare it away. Instead, I was greeted by the heated blast of the exploding ship. The force of the blast knocked me over, but I rolled onto my back to avoid crushing my stomach. As my badly burned back felt the bitter cold I almost passed out. I felt so weak, my body ached horribly, and my blood stained the ground beneath me. I knew that I was dying and I knew that I wouldn't survive long enough to give birth to my pup. The will to live for my pup was there, but it just wasn't enough.

I thought I would just die, I thought I would have failed my pup, but instead, I detected movement and saw that it was that creature. The knowledge that my creator had imprinted into my mind led me to realize that this creature was an ooman. That knowledge struck fear into me as the vast knowledge about oomans came to mind. I growled a warning to the approaching ooman. If it doesn't leave and comes any closer, I will not hesitate to kill it. For some reason, the ooman ignores my warning and instead comes closer and tries to make itself appear small and non-threating. As the ooman got closer, I got a whiff of its scent and I realized that this ooman might be female. A female? When it got close enough to reach, I sharply took in its scent and discovered that this ooman actually was a female.

For a moment I wasn't sure since I hadn't been around many other females. Only a few, but they were weak and used as pleasure slaves. I was kept away from them, but even then I would not want to be around them as those females just did not have any life in them. They were merely puppets. However, this ooman is female and I couldn't come up with any knowledge about ooman females. All I knew about them was that they were the opposite of the males. They weren't violent or cruel, only weak and fragile. Very much similar to the females of my species after when an unknown deadly disease nearly killed them all. The females of my species are slowly dying from this unknown disease, making them tiny, weak and fragile. This disease only has a major effect on the females while the males are unaffected.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and realized that I had no choice but to trust this ooman female. I tried to tell this female that my pup was coming and I that I needed help but quickly realized that it was pointless. There was no way she would understand what I was saying. Another sharp pain kicked in, and I only hoped she understands what I was doing as I quickly got into position to deliver my pup into the world. I would have wished to deliver my pup on my home world rather on this alien planet. I tried to relax my tense body but I took notice of a panic scent coming from the ooman. I growled in annoyance as now was not the time to panic, I barked at the little female to pay attention and focus. It seemed to bring her into focus and I watched as she moved behind me. I heard her say something but I couldn't understand what she said. It was lost either way, though, as I felt an even sharper pain.

The delivery process felt like it would take forever as the pain racked my body. I wished I could just give up as the pain I'm in is just too intense to bear. The stress, the pain of escaping the crashed ship, had crippled my body and now delivering my pup has pushed me almost to the breaking point. I knew that I wouldn't survive my injuries, but I refused to let my pup die when he hadn't even had the chance to live! I could hear the little female scream at me, I knew she was trying to comfort and encourage me, but I rather she remains quiet. I roared from the pain and also to quiet her, even going so far to swipe at her. I wanted to kill something, destroy something to remove this pain from my mind! My thoughts often rushed to my pup's sire, the one that forced his seed on me. My mind kept coming up with many creative ways of killing that bad blood, and it brought some comfort to me. Suddenly, I pulled back from my thoughts as I heard a loud cry and I breathed deeply with relief. I felt pride overcome me as I rolled onto my back. I hissed sharply at the pressure on my badly burned back. The cold of the snow numbed me and I focused on breathing as I felt my life slowly ending. I could barely move, all my strength was completely gone. I felt a throbbing in my chest and I wished to see my pup before I passed away.

Luckily the little female brought my pup to me, I purred softly as she set my pup on my chest. Taking in the scent, I knew that I had delivered a male, and even though he was small due to a premature labor, I knew that he would grow up strong and tall. I was slightly disappointed since I had hoped that my pup would have been a female and that when she grew up she would spread her good genes… a hope for my kind. Still, there might be hope since my creator had explained many times that my genes are strong and that any pups that I would bear would inherit my genes. My creator praised me, telling me that I would give birth to the future of ultimate warriors as he explained to me that he created me to be perfect… stronger, faster and smarter than any other Yautja that had ever lived. He also reminded me though that I was a freak… not a true Yautja. I was just lucky that my creator wanted the future of ultimate warriors to be honorable and tainted by bad bloods. Either way, it didn't matter if my pup was male or female, this was my pup. I did what other females couldn't do for a long time… deliver a healthy pup! But I didn't have the honor to raise him. I couldn't raise my pup.

I turned my head to look at the little female that helped me. With the last fiber of strength I could muster, I reached over to grip her shoulder. I felt a sharp throb in my chest. I do not wish to leave my pup. I do not wish to die. I do not want to leave. I wish to live.

I could feel my arm tremble. "Please protect my son," I pleaded to her. I returned my attention to my pup as I let my arm to fall weakly off the ooman. I purred softly as I could see the darkness creeping in. "Raise my son to be a strong hunter… an honorable hunter." With my final words, my vision blurred as I gazed upon my son, then death finally overcame me.

Luna's POV

I think I broke a record for getting back home so fast. The whole trip back felt like one big blur. I lead my animals into the barn that is connected to the house. As I jump off of Tank I feel terribly guilty as the big stallion pants heavily and coughs loudly from the extreme exertion he has undergone. The same goes for Bugs, the poor old mule. The guilt goes deeper as I couldn't even tend to them as I had to tend to the baby first. I know that Tank and Bugs will be ok, but I don't know about the baby and I wasn't going to let him die because of the cold. I closed the door on Tiger as I rush into the house, ignoring his whinny barks and cries as he wants to be let inside. In the house, I hurry to grab thick blankets, turn on the heater and start the fire in the living room. I grab my laundry basket, and with the blankets, I form a nest for the baby. I set him in the basket and wrap him in the blankets. I set the basket as close to the fire as possible. Thank God… he finally stopped shivering and he quickly starts to relax in his makeshift bed. Finally… I get a chance to settle down and relax! Jeez… I'm sweating like a horse and I'm burning up in my clothes. I'd made the house feel like an oven! I didn't waste a single moment taking off my layers of clothes. However, I quickly remembered about my animals out in the barn. I sigh as I didn't want to move but I force myself to get up. If I don't do something for my animals, especially after I made them race at top speed through the snow, they can get sick or worse.

I return to the barn but I made sure to not let Tiger into the house. I trust the dog to be around babies and children but I don't know how he will react to an alien baby. I walk over to Bugs and Tank, who were still panting and coughing. I feel like a complete and total idiot as that guilt hit me full force. Tank is a draft horse. He was breed for strength, not for speed, and Bugs, he is an old mule, he's not young like he used to be. I quickly took off their tack and put their halters on. I took them outside to walk around and cool off. They were edgy, as expected, and they moved fast. I steady them down to walk at my pace. I walk them around until they stop panting and coughing. I then return them back to the barn where I stretch their limbs and massage their tense muscles. I give them a quick grooming; give them their food and warm water. I left them in their stalls and quickly returned to the house.

I sigh deeply as I feel so exhausted. The stress is too much at this point, and I just want to sleep the day away; forget about this busy day and just sleep. Instead, my mind reflects on what has happened today. It seems so unreal that I think I am already asleep and that whole thing was just a bizarre dream, and at any moment I'll wake up. Incredibly, though, it wasn't a dream… and the proof of what happened is sitting in front of my fireplace. Walking over to the basket, I look inside to see the baby cuddled within the blankets. I sit down beside the basket and I gently pull the blankets away from the baby so I can get a better look at him. I look him over and I remember his mother's features. He looks very much like his mother. Unlike her, though, his base color of gray is darker than hers, but it gently fades to a grayish white as it covers the front of his body. Very much like a crocodile. The palm of his hands and feet were also a light gray as well his face. What really caught my attention is the pattern that marks along the sides of his arms and legs. They were spots and splashes of light gray, black and white. His skin is beautiful and very soft to the touch. He looks so cute, so small, round and soft. However, I knew that won't be like that forever. Remembering his mother, I know he will get bigger and will grow fangs and claws.

I had other animals to tend to as well. Returning to the barn, I look around and I'm reminded that it is much bigger than my house. A design my fifth great grandfather made, this barn was built more like a ranch to house Belgian horses along with other barn animals. What I was told and what I could see, the man loved his Belgian horses and did everything he could for them. He was a Frenchman who grew up on a Belgian ranch, and when he meet his wife, a Russian woman, they agree to move to Alaska and make a new life for themselves. Of course, my grandfather didn't leave his Belgian horses behind. He brought a total of six, three stallions and three mares with them. He was a rich man and he was able to afford a large piece of land and build a large farm. He made sure to build the barn much bigger than the house and connected them so he could quickly be with his horses when the need arose. For the house itself, it is big. It could easily house over twenty people. My grandfather had people working for him, and they all lived in the same home. He was a humble man while my grandmother a strong woman. From the journals that were kept around, my grandmother was a very capable woman and had done everything herself. More than likely, it was her character and fortitude that gave the women in my family their strength and character.

I check all of the animals, making sure they were well fed before walking over to the greenhouse that is connected to the barn and the house. The greenhouse is equally as large as the barn, and I make a good profit from harvesting and selling food from it. Making sure everything was ok, I return to the house, which is a two level house with a basement and an attic. The greenhouse and barn were connected to the left side of the house, and when entering the house either through the greenhouse or barn you enter the living room. The living room is a large area covered with white carpet. There is a three seat brown sofa, matching love seat and pull-up chair in the room. Next to the pull-up chair is my fifth great grandmother's rocking chair. Next to it is a small coffee table and there is large brown bear rug underneath it. My grandmother was tough as nails. The room also has a rock-style fireplace with a TV mounted above it. I normally don't watch TV. The only times I use it is to learn what is going on or if I'm bored. Behind the living room is the door to the bathroom, and a hallway that leads down to a few of the guest rooms. Next to the hallway is the staircase, one going down to the basement and the other upstairs. In the basement, there is a meat locker, a boiler, and an energy generator for power backup. There's also the washing machine and dryer, yet there is still plenty of space!

On the other side of the staircase, is the library. It is a very large room with bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling. Along with his love for his Belgium horses, my grandfather was obsessed with knowledge. He loved books and he loved to teach and show off his incredible expanse of knowledge. He taught his servants who didn't know how to read or write. He welcomed anyone to read anything in his collection of books.

Walking out of the library you entered into the hallway and into the kitchen. I will say this… the kitchen is the largest room in the entire house, with the library coming in a close second. My grandmother loved to cook and she made enough food to make everyone in the entire completely full, and there would still be enough left over to last for another day. The kitchen has two arches, one facing the library the other walking out into the dining area. Straight across from the dining area is the living area. Upstairs were more bedrooms, two bathrooms, and my room… the master bedroom. To get to the attic, there is a pull-down staircase. All my junk and my family's junk is stored up there. The house is massive, especially for one, but it is my house and it has been in my family for generations. I have taken care of the house over the years and have made several improvements along the way. This house was made to last a long time if properly taken care of. I'll bet my grandfather would be happy that the house he built is still standing. He took a great deal of pride in his home.

I flinch when I suddenly hear a loud wailing. I panic for a split second until I remember about the baby. Quickly I rush over to him, pick him up and try to calm him down, but he continues wailing. In my head, I check off reasons why he could be crying, and I realize that he hasn't been fed. I suddenly felt stupid since a large part of my life has been taking care of babies and children; hell, even teaching inexperienced mothers how to take care of children. Damn! Well, me breastfeeding him is definitely out of the question, so going over to the kitchen I grab a pot and put it on the stove. I grab some milk from the fridge and pour it into the pot. While I let the milk warm up, I look for a bottle. I decide to grab one of the bottles that I normally use for the feeding baby animals. I clean the bottle and nipple thoroughly before walking over to the stove. I turn it off and check the temperate of the milk… perfect. I pour the milk into the bottle and give it a shake. The baby kept wailing and I try to calm him down but he just kept on wailing. I thought back to his mother and I remember that she would purr and it seemed to calm him down. Since I can't purr, I tried humming. The sounds are pretty similar. That seems to work as he calms down just a bit… good enough for me. Damn, my ears were hurting from his loud wailing. As I try to give the bottle to the baby, I see him sniff and nip at the bottle but turn away.

I sigh sadly. "I know, it not your mom's but you need this. Come on, please."

I tried again but he wasn't giving in. Trying another approach, I dip two of my fingers into the milk and slip them into his mouth gently. He mouths my fingers and I could feel the baby begin to suck on my fingers. He seems really hungry. He whines when I pull my hand away and put the bottle into his mouth. This time, he accepts the bottle and begins to suck on the nipple. I smile as I watch him, and I walk over to sit on the rocking chair. With a soft hum, I rock gently in the chair while the baby drinks. I glance over to the window and I notice that it's getting dark outside. Getting up from the chair, I walk over to the window and look outside. The night sky and the trillions of stars, planets, and galaxy greeted me. Way out here in the middle of nowhere, with no cities close by to cause that light pollution, I could see the sky perfectly clear. Its beauty is beyond words. I look at all the star constellations with wonder. I was taught to navigate the stars like a map so I know where I'm going, and it had saved my life a couple of times.

A memory came to mind that made me chuckle. It was spring time, I was a little kid and my mother took me out fishing in the middle of the night. It not rare that she did that, she normally took me out at night, and she was the one that taught me about the stars. However, this one time she gave me this shiny penny. She told me to imagine that the penny is Earth… us. Then imagine that the ocean is the galaxy. Her words then echoed in my head "Now imagine that you randomly place that penny in the ocean. You can't possibly believe that we live alone in this galaxy. It would be impossible!"

I smiled as I realized that Ma was right, like always, while looking down at the baby in my arms. She would have loved to have seen this baby and that alien woman. She would have been overjoyed. Sadly she was two years late, a mountain lion got to her but Ma wasn't one to go down easily. She put up a fight and managed to take the cat with her. I remember when she once told me that if an animal were to ever attack and kill her, that she will drag their hide to hell with her. I had skinned the cougar and wrapped its pelt around Ma. She was then cremated. We don't bury our dead around here; otherwise, the wildlife will just dig them up and eat the bodies. Besides, that's what Ma would have wanted anyways.

Looking back to the night sky, my eyes spot… Orion. The mighty hunter of the sky, clouded by many myths and legends, but overall he was a strong man… a mighty warrior. I hear the baby grumble as he finishes his bottle and I smile. I can't call him baby forever. Besides, I think this fits. Ma did the same with me. Ma gave me my name when she looked into the sky. The first thing she had seen was the bright full moon; hence my name… Luna.

I chuckle as I thought of it, the Hunter and the Moon. I gently smile at him, I gently pet his head, and he purrs. "Orion… my little hunter."

Drago: Phew! Chapter 1 done! That wasn't too bad, right?

Takao: I wasn't part of the story. So it was bad.

Bee: Don't listen to him, he just grumpy that his story wasn't posted first.

Takao: My story is awesome!

Cade: you're not the main character. Hell! You don't make an appearance in later chapters so I don't understand why you're whining about.

Takao: Hey! At least I'm in a story! You two are not!

Drago: they are part of the Transformers fandom, so they are in dozens of fanfic stories.

Takao: (disappear in a purple-black mist)

Cade: He'll be back.

Bee: He always comes back.

Drago: Oh Takao. Alright anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. I don't really know when I'll post next time because life currently busy at the moment. Also, I'm open to any ideas and suggests to the story. So until next time! See ya!

Bee: Catch ya later!

Cade: Whatever.