The full moon shined high above the dark skies of a desert. A building stood near a road; one showing its age through the cracks. Bikes lied nearby a one story wooden building, various models all close to each other on a patch of dirt. No one stood outside except for some on the building's porch. A few men looked beyond the wood, finding another biker driving into the little area of bikes. The light on a bike died; a radio stopped playing.
Someone person stepped off the bike. Nearby lights emitting from the building revealed the person. One getting closer to the building. The men watched as the figure pushed a door. Entering into the wooden structure.
Within the building, the biker looked at all the men and women within the building. Living their years of happiness, without pain or sorrow. The person sat on a nearby chair to the bar. A person walked up to her, polishing a glass. He looked at the biker; a fair skinned lady.
She wore a black helmet and reflective pink shield sunglasses, all covering most of her head. Hands and arms covered in black leather. Taking off her helmet, it revealed her short rose pink hair. Removing her glasses, her blue eyes focused on the television. She wiped away sweat from her forehead. A bartender moved closer to the lady.
"May I get you something?" The bartender asked. "Some water, crushed ice please." The lady requested. (The man nodded, walking away from the lady. She returned to looking at the television) "So, you like the Beetles?" Someone asked. (The woman looked at a man who sat next to her) "I've listened to this song before, when I was on a long road trip far before the one I'm in right now." The lady said. "Where are you heading to?" The man asked. "Not sure, I've been wandering for who knows how long." The lady replied.
(The bartender came back, placing a glass of crushed ice and water next to the lady. She took a sip, pausing to savor it. The nearby man looked at the woman) "So, what's your name?" The man asked. (The woman stopped; placing her glass on the table)
"Luna." Luna introduced. (She continued to drink) "What a strange name." The man mused. "My parents wanted me and my sister to be similar in names." Luna replied. "Your sister being?" The man asked. "Moon." Luna answered. (She sighed, her shoulders lowered) "Well, wherever you go, I wish the best of luck for you." The man said. "Life is something I have yet to understand. I accept the luck." Luna said. (She placed a few dollars on the counter) "Thank you for coming here." The bartender said. "Keep the change." Luna spat. (She stood up; grabbing her glasses and starting to walk away. The radio continued to play that one song. Such a soothing melody to everyone, except her.
Blue optics hidden by a red visor. She stared at her sister, alongside those she knew. The five looked at their surroundings; all being of this mysterious new world. A desert, bearing plants and tiny creatures) "Will this be our new home?" Luna asked. (The tallest of the group nodded; her helm focused on the long stretch of road. A long and winding road leading to the unknown) "Are you ready to begin?" The femme asked. "Yes, Empress." Luna said. (Everyone transformed; beginning their journey. A begin?" The femme asked. "Yes, Empress." Luna said. Everyone transformed; beginning their journey.
A motorcycle rushed through the asphalt of the dark road. Luna gripped the handle bars, her clothes moving with the wind. Why, why did it all happen? She continued to drive; radio still playing that one Beetles song. Her family, her fraction, everything, all gone. Tears stemmed down her cheeks as she kept driving. At least, she was alive. The motorcycle continued to rush down the road, getting closer to her destination. Far from the bar, farther from the closest city. Away from all to see, except for her.