Moonlight
Ch: 1 Prologue
The breath was forced out of my body as my back hit the wall. He walked up to me with a crazy look in his eyes. How could I have thought we had a chance? My blade cannot pierce him, even my arrows were useless. Now that my meister was knocked out, we truly had no chance. He raised his blade high above his head. His arms stopped at their highest point and quivered as he looked at me with sad eyes. I almost thought he was going to let us go, but he brought down his blade at my head, hard.
I was five when I first discovered my second transformation. I already knew about my bow and arrows form. I don't remember how, it was just something I knew. Dad was training my twin brother and me. After I fell multiple times trying to swing Jace in his scythe form he decided to have Jace work on meister training. When I changed, I was a sword, with beautiful purple and black lighting markings running up the blade. From my handle hung a crescent moon pendent, the mark of the Solar family. Of my family. I instantly changed back and ran up to my dad.
"Daddy, did you see that, did you see that?" I squealed in excitement. When I hit him, he picked me up and swung me high above his head.
"Oh I did, sweetie, looks like your growing up, soon you won't be my little girl any more."
"No daddy, I'll always be you little girl." He laughed as he pulled me into his arms, hugging me as if he would never let me go.
The next day dad brought me to his favorite apple tree in my grandpa's old farm. He had a camera with him and set it up on its tripod facing the tree. "What's that for Daddy?" I was pointing at the camera.
Dad picked me up and set me on his shoulders, "We are making memories today, Luna." He pressed some buttons on the camera then pointed to an apple in the tree. I nodded, understanding what he meant. He lifted me high in the air so that I could reach the apple in the top of the tree. I barely noticed the flash of light as my fingers rapped around the red fruit. Dad set me on the ground and I held the large apple as if it was the greatest treasure in the world. He smiled his warm smile at me.
"I'm gonna do it someday dad, I'm gonna reach the world all on my own, you'll see, Ill make you proud." I smiled at him, so sure of my words.
He ruffled my hair "And you'll still be my little girl."
A year later, I stood at the edge of the lake by our house holding a bouquet of moonflowers, at midnight. it's a tradition in our family that when someone dies the closest family member releases the moonflowers in a lake at midnight. Mom was crying, alone, no one was there to hold her or dry her tears. A bunch of witches ganged up on them this morning and, even though he was a death scythe, dad couldn't hold them off.
The wind was blowing softly. My curls that were carefully styled by Mom flowed with the wind. The water rippled in the most beautiful way, it was such a shame that it had to be ruined by a sad event. I was crying, the tears flowing slowly but surely down my cheeks to be soaked up by my hair when it brushed up against my face. I took one slow step, then another, until I was about an inch into the freezing water of the lake. My long white dress rippled as the edges soaked up the water. I started bawling. I didn't want to do this. I was only six, how could accept the fact that my dad was gone? Then there was a hand on my shoulder, and another on the hand that held the moonflowers. I looked up to see Jace. He guided my movements gently. The Solar twins released the moonflowers into the lake together that night.
The breath was forced out of my body as my back hit the wall. He walked up to me with a crazy look in his eyes. How could I have thought we had a chance? My blade cannot pierce him, even my arrows were useless. He raised his blade high above his head. His arms stopped at their highest point and quivered as he looked at me with sad eyes. I looked over at Jace, who was knocked out. "I'm sorry." the whisper escaped my lips. I almost thought he was going to let us go, but he brought down his blade at my head, hard.
I herd a clank of metal hitting metal. When I opened my eyes, a short girl was standing over me. She had blocked the boys attack with a chain scythe. It was a very plain weapon, but it had a small red heart on either blade. The meister screamed as she pushed the boy over the edge of the bridge. The crazy boy with light pink hair and a black robe fell into the water with the hawk like meister behind him. I stared in shock as they disappeared into the night.
