Hello everyone, this is the 2nd fanfiction I've written and the one I'm most focused on. I'll be updating pretty quickly because the chapters won't be long, however this will be an eventful story.

So I'm introducing TWO OCs in this chapter, probably the only OCs. I hope you like them both. Let me just say that I'd greatly appreciate any type of comment or review on this, otherwise it'll be hard for me to stay confident about it. I hope everyone likes it, thanks! Also, I'm looking for a beta reader to help me out. If you're interested please let me know :)

Lunar Rainbow

Leaving the Sun

The night sky became a little darker as I stared out of my window, watching the clouds pass in front of the full moon. I took a slow, deep breath and thought about the upcoming day. Tomorrow was the day that I would leave my empty home for La Push, Washington to live with my cousin Sam Uley. Although I'd never met him, he seemed nice enough over the phone, even invited me to stay with him when he learned of my parent's death, and insisted that I come when I kindly refused. I didn't want to leave the only place I felt comfortable, I didn't want to forget about my friends or all the familiar things in my life, but there was nowhere else for me to go. My immediate family was dead, every one of them, so I was alone and homeless at 17.

A cold pair of arms wrapped around me from the back and a cool voice whispered lightly in my ear. "Please don't be so sad..."

I shook a little and turned around to face my best friend in the world, Sol de Luca. Everything about him was beautiful, and every time he touched me, or even spoke to me, it made me shiver with pleasure. I was in love with him, and even though I knew he would never feel the same way about me, I made it my personal goal to keep him close to me always. He was my world, and he'd be the hardest thing to leave behind.

"I can't help it Sol," I replied, looking at the cute beauty mark he had above his mouth rather than into his eyes. "I'll miss you more than you can imagine, and I won't be coming back for a long time." I shifted my gaze to his perfect mouth, tracing his pink lips that were pulled forward in a worried pout. I scanned over them quickly so I wouldn't be caught staring, and then looked at his perfect nose. It was straight and just the right size and sat gently in the middle of his face. My eyes roamed down and then back up his hard jaw line that held just hint of childhood roundness. I skipped his eyes, oh I hated his eyes. He always wore brown contacts that distorted their look, stifled their deep gaze. I didn't know why he wore them, and no matter how often I asked he refused to take them off. In the end all I could do was stare into that horrible muddy color and try recall the memory of the hazel goodness that they used to hold. So instead I looked at his strawberry blond hair that gleamed in the moonlight streaming through my window into my dark room, noticing its shine and the way it always looked more red than yellow at night. He was so beautiful, like an angel without the wings, and he was all mine. Maybe not the way I wanted him to be, but mine nonetheless.

His tenor voice filled my ears. "Two years isn't that long in my world Loony." It was like church bells ringing across a city, his tone being that of the lowest, solemn bell that hid behind its soprano counterparts.

"It's too bad no one knows where that world is Sunny." I teased back, using the nicknames we created for ourselves when we were kids. I've known Sol since he moved next door when I was 5. We grew up together, spending every moment we could with each other. Sol and Luna, Luna and Sol, together forever. Until now...

One marble hand ran through my black hair and I shivered involuntarily. Out of fear and passion wrapped in one. Passion for the obvious reasons, and fear because of the intensity of it. Sol never acted like this, touching me and holding me, whispering comforting things in my ear. It all seemed to intimate for a friendly goodbye.

"Luna... This is how it has to be... You're meant to be with your family, to finish school, get a career, have children, grow old, be happy. You won't be able to do that with me..." His perfect blond eyebrows furrowed in worry and his eyes burned into mine. What was he talking about?

"What are you saying Sol? I know I can't do those things with you. You've made it pretty obvious that you don't return my feelings, what with the thousand girlfriends you string around. Why are you even telling me this, acting like this? I know we play around, but I'm not in the mood for joking, and you're taking it too far!" The last word cracked as my voice broke and I struggled to regain what little control over my emotions that I had.

Suddenly Sol's cold presence left mine and he was at the other side of the room. Then with a loud thump, I saw his fist planted in the wall. I jumped and stared. It all happened so quickly, and the murderous look on his face froze me. Ice ran through my veins as I watched him slowly compose himself from a fit of rage I'd never seen come from him before.

"Loony..." he said, almost as if tasting my name in his mouth. "Sometimes it surprises me how stupid you are." I opened my mouth to shout an insult back but he stopped me. "No, that's not what I meant, I'm sorry... Can't you see that I'm not good for you? You deserve someone better, who can give you all those things I said. I love you Luna, I love you even more than you love me. But we can't be together. That's why I never told you, that's why I threw myself out there for all the other girls to eat up. Ever since my accident, ever since I came back and you were the first face that I saw, you're the only face that I see. Every girl turns back into you, every voice into yours, and the only name I can ever hear is Luna. My Loony Luna," he finished softly, peeking up from under his bangs to look at my face.

I honestly don't know what he saw there. Shock? Hurt, love, joy? I couldn't tell you what I felt except confusion. His words seemed to blur together and my world tipped to the side as I sat down shakily on my now sheet less and bare bed.

He loved me? But that couldn't be... Since the accident? I remember that horrible, terrible week. He went missing for days and everyone was worried sick. Police looked everywhere; the story was in the paper, on the news. 16 year old honor student goes missing without a trace, no sign of struggle, nothing. Some people said he ran away, but I knew Sunny better.

One day, after the police left from another interview, the doorbell rang and I ran to it, hoping for information on my missing love. Instead he stood there; dripping in the rain that had fallen along with my tears since the day he disappeared, wearing my pair of sunglasses I knew were in my room a moment before, pale and so so cold. He told us he was fine, and couldn't remember what had happened while he was gone and everyone ate it up. Everyone except me. I could see it in his eyes when someone mentioned it. Fear unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Raw, primal, fear.

"Please say something Luna, please..." he whimpered.

Doubt dampened my voice. "You-you love me?" Nod. "Since the accident?" Flinch, then nod. "But we can't be together, that's what you're telling me?" A scowl, then a nod. I took a moment to think everything through in my head. This was all too much to handle. First my parent's brutal death, then me having to leave the place I've lived all my life, finally the boy I've been in love with for most of my life telling me he loves me back, but doesn't want to be with me. Too much.

"Get out." I said simply, not looking at my best friend.

"W-what? Loony, I thought you'd be happy! I thought you'd-" he stuttered.

"You thought wrong. Now get out before I hurt you. Don't talk to me again. I hope that I'll be able to forget this night ever happened and I'll move on with my life in La Push. You're sick to play with my head like this. Just get out." I knew my sapphire eyes had gone glacial cold along with my voice. Rage flickered through me like a monster and I fought the urge to scream and kick him like a child.

"Loony wait please listen! I'll tell you what happened now! When I went missing, I'll tell you what happened. I'll explain everything I promise!" he spouted out quickly in an attempt to dapper my fury. The thought was tempting. I wanted to know where he went and why there were so many little changes in his life that only I noticed. But I was leaving tomorrow to travel across the country and never coming back. What would be the point of knowing now?

"Just GET OUT! I don't ever want to see you again, so don't count on me coming back either!" I tried to ignore the feeling of my heart breaking as his face fell and he stepped out of the door. I tried to hold myself together as I stared as his back, wanting so much to yell for him to forgive me. I tried to hold the tears in as he shut the door and left me breathless and fighting for sanity.

The plane ride was boring. It wasn't bad, but it gave me time to think about what I did, and if I made the right choices. I was right to be mad at Sol, but now that I had simmered down it just seemed that I acted like a child having a tantrum.

I rubbed my temples and groaned. There's no use worrying about it now. I was off to a new foreign place and I had to be ready. Sam Uley, a cousin I never knew from my father's side, invited me to live with him and his wife on an Indian reservation known as La Push in Washington state. I knew my father was Indian, you could see it in my long thick black hair. What I couldn't understand was how I had gotten his blue eyes, or rather how he even had blue eyes. My mother was a classic Caucasian American with blond hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. Though most of my traits came from my father, I got a nice mix of their skin. Mine was kind of light golden, but I tanned easily in the sun.

The tribe I would be joining was the Quileutes. Sam told me all about how they were in touch with their history closer than any other Indian descendants and I was curious to see how. "Your blood line was important here, the legendary blue eyed ones were treasured in the old days. You'll fit in greatly." Sam had said. Still, nervousness flowed through me and I fought the urge to become hysterical as the plane landed.

I didn't think about Sol, I wouldn't. The past was the past and right now I was in the present. The future was an uncertain mystery that I also did not want to think about.

Desperately I blocked out all troublesome thoughts from my mind and stepped into the lobby of the airport, searching for Sam Uley and my uncertain future.