Chapter 1
Zechariah Tonks was a fifteen year old wizard who had just come out of his fourth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Zechariah was tall with short black hair and blue eyes. He was a half-blood. His mother was a pure-blood witch, and his father was muggleborn.
Zechariah had been home for two weeks and he was already bored out of his mind. He layed in his bed with his arms behind his head and stared up at his bedroom cieling, thinking of what he could do.
He looked out his little square window, letting out a sigh. He caught sight of the Mystic Forest in the distance. The Mystic Forest was a place full of all kinds of magical creatures. It was also home to four different tribes. Two of those tribes were home to two indian tribes, the third was home to normal human beings, and the final one was home to the dreadful harpies. On the oher side of the forest were tall mountains. They were homw to the dragon shifters, people who could change their shape and become firece-looking dragons. The forest and the mountains were full of som many amazing things.
Zechariah sat up. That's it. He knew exactly what he wanted to do this summer. He went to his parents and said, "Ma, pop. I have something I want to ask you."
"What is it, son?" Zechariah's father, Ted Tonks, asked. Ted was an older version of Zechariah, with short black hair, and blue eyes.
"I want to go see the Mystic Forest," Zechariah told them. "Is it okay?"
"But, Zechariah. That forest is full of harpies and indians, and who knows what else. You're much too young to go by yourself," said his mother, Andromeda Tonks. Andromeda was a tall, thin woman with long, flowing black hair, brown eyes, and a very pretty face.
"Mom, I'll stay away from those harpies, and the indians are okay. They're both peaceful races. I'll be fine," said Zechariah, reassurenly.
"But..."
"Don't worry, Meda. Let the boy go," said Ted.
"Hmm. Let your father and I talk about this for a moment," said Andromeda.
Zechariah nodded his head, then walked into the sitting room. He sat, listening to his parents whispering in the kitchen.
After a few minutes, they walked in, and his mother said, "Alright. I give up. You may go."
"Thanks, ma," said Zechariah, smiling, and getting up to hug her.
"You're growing up so fast," sighed Andromeda.
The next day, Zechariah stood outside with his knapsack over his shoulder, saying good-bye to his parents, his older brother, Robert, and younger sister, Jewel.
"Be careful, Zechariah," said Andromeda, standing with her hands together.
"I will," he assured her.
"I'll miss you, big brother," said his eleven-year old sister. Jewel looked like their mother. Her brown hair went down to her waist. She was also Zechariah's pride and joy. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his little sister.
Zechariah turned to her and knelt down. He said, "I'll be back at the end of summer."
"Okay," she said in a small voice.
He walked off, waving to his family. He traveled to the Mystic Forest, which wasn't that far from his home. He only walked for an hour before he reached it.
As he traveled through the forest, he saw many magnificent creatures, such as unicorns and diricrawls, and even a dragon or two, which he was very careful not to get too close to.
The first night in the forest, as Zechariah stoked the fire, he heard a rustling in the bushes. He stood up with his hand on his wand.
"Who's there?" he called.
After a moment, a young, beautiful indian girl stepped out. Zechariah gaped at her. She had the long, black hair and brown eyes of a typical indian. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She watched him, curiously, not speaking.
"Hello," said Zechariah, uncertainly. "Who are you?"
She took a moment to answer. Finally, she said, "My name is Luna. Who are you?"
"I'm Zechariah," he responded.
"Where are you from?" Luna asked him.
"I'm from Kent. I don't live that far from here. You know, you're really pretty," he said, shyly. Then, he mentally shook himself. I can't believe I said that, he thought.
He cleared his throat and said, "So, which of the tribes are you from?"
"I'm from the Ocean Rain tribe," was her answer.
"Um, are you hungry?" Zechariah asked her. "You could join me if you would like?"
She looked at him for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Thank you."
She sat down beside him and they ate the dinner that Zechariah had made. They talked while they ate.
When they were finished, Luna said, "Why don't you come with me? I know a place you can stay so you don't have to sleep on the ground."
"Oh, okay." He got up and followed her, after making sure the fire was out completely, and packing up his things.
They walked deep into the forest and came to a clearing where an old cabin stood.
"We're here," said Luna.
"What is this place?" Zechariah asked, staring at the cabin.
"This is my secret hiding place," said Luna. "You see, I am the daughter of King Satin and Queen Moona Collosso, of the Ocean Rain Indians."
"What?" said Zechariah, stunned. "You're a princess?"
"Yes," she said, nodding her head."Well, now I am queen. I was the chosen princess who was to take over the throne when I turned fifteen, which was three months ago. But, one day, when I was ten, I ran away, into the forest. I was angry because I was tired of everyone telling me how to be proper and how to act as future queen. I came upon this cabin, and since then I have used it as my special hiding place when I've needed peace."
"Wow," said Zechariah.
They went inside. There was a sitting room, kitchen, bathroom, and a single bedroom.
"Wow. Well...Thanks for this Luna. This is great," said Zechariah, looking around the small cabin.
"Glad you like it," she said, smiling.
"But, are you sure this is ok? I mean this is your special place," he asked her, frowning.
"Of course it is ok," she giggled. "I want to share it with you. You're the first person I showed it to. How come you were camping in the forest anyway?"
"I decided I wanted to do something exciting this summer. So I was traveling through the forest," he told her.
"Oh," she said, staring at him with those beautiful brown eyes. Zechariah stared at her, with his mouth open. Then, he closed it and shook himself. Get a grip, he scolded himself, silently.
"Well, I must go," she said. "Mother and father worry when I'm away too long.
"Oh, ok," he said, disappointed she couldn't stay longer. "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"Sure," she said, smiling again. "And, you can stay here for as long as you want. All summer if you like."
"Ok. Thanks," he smiled back.
He watched her as she left, going in the direction of her village. Then, he went back inside the cabin and climbed into the soft feathered bed. When he fell asleep, his dreams were filled with Luna's sweet smile.