Memories

By: PinkiePie10Cait

Note: Hey everyone! This is my new story. It is similar to my other story "I Remember" but I didn't want to write only about one character. This story will/can include all characters, as I think it's a bit more interesting than just one character ya know? Anyway, this chapter is about Sybil and yeah... enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Lunar Chronicles. Thank goodness Marissa Meyer does :)

Sybil's POV:

The shell child screamed and fidgeted in Sybil's arms. Her face remained blank as she held the baby tighter so it wouldn't move as much, but it only made it wail even more. She rolled her eyes and frowned, wishing she could use her gift on the infant.

The father of the child, a scientist named Darnel had tears in his eyes, but didn't say anything. The mother had a smug look on her face before she walked back into the modest house they lived in. Luckily, she was more than happy to give up the baby, Crescent Moon. The father, however, seemed reluctant to let Sybil take Crescent away.

"Thank you for keeping our civilization safe," Sybil said in a sweet voice she hated to speak in. She turned and walked away from the house, and when she turned the corner she pulled up a glamour that made her invisible. You don't see me or the child, she thought, projecting that out to all bystanders. She had to be secretive when she was taking shells to the underground lava tubes. Luna would be chaotic if even one ordinary citizen knew the truth about the shells that were taken from their families.

It was a twenty minute walk to the palace. By now Crescent had calmed down and was actually almost sleeping. Sybil would've liked the child, if not for the fact that she was a shell. She had a bit of fair hair on her head and her blue eyes were big and full of curiosity. Her pink lips were pulled into the smallest of smiles. She was probably having a good dream, as she was fully sleeping at the moment.

Sybil walked toward the palace gates. The guards barely noticed her as she forced them to open the gates for her. The long path to the palace never ceased to impress Sybil, even with her constant high expectations for anything and everything. The rare flowers from Earth were in constant bloom, giving a splash of color to the gray stone palace. Hand-crafted statues complimented the flowers.

When Sybil walked into the palace, guards rushed toward her. "What's your purpose for being here?" The taller one with tanned skin questioned.

"Shell trial," Sybil said back. "Let me through."

The guards let her through. Almost all servants and guards didn't know that shells weren't killed. There were few that actually knew. They were the people Sybil was trying to find that very moment.

When she walked into room that led to the lava tubes, she found the person she was looking for, Doctor Logan Tanner.

"Another one already?" He asked. "You just collected one last week."

It was true that it took more time to collect the shells. She normally found one once every month, but she had collected three this month alone. "Yes, she replied. "Can you believe it?"

"I'm having a hard time doing so," he said with a half-grin. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it." He walked out of the room.

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The lava tubes were dark and dreary as they always were, only lit by the occasional small lamp. She passed several bedrooms, restrooms, and labs, looking for the lab that was meant specifically for infants. In the lab Crescent would be tested for any diseases. If none were detected she would have blood taken monthly, like the majority of the shells that lived in the tubes.

Sybil gave her to a doctor. An hour later, the doctor came out. "She doesn't have anything in her body. We already took about a quarter pint of her blood and got her registered in the system."

"Excellent," she replied, drawing out the word. She took the baby and left to take her to her new home.

"... So the economy has less chance of collapsing. Are you listening Sybil?" Queen Levana asked. She was babbling about how the shells that were of no use to them should be "ridded" of.

"Of course, my queen." Sybil replied with a little too much enthusiasm. She was barely listening to Levana ramble to be honest, rather thinking about their current stuggle with Earth and how Crecent had caused it. What made her mind wander to her taking Crescent from the Darnel home was a mystery to her.

"Very well then. Can you take care of that for me?" Levana asked.

"Of course my queen. Right away."

Note: I hope it wasn't horrible! Please review and tell me what you think. Also, let me know if you like the idea of having flashbacks from different characters... or not :)

Yes, Sybil is alive at the time period I wrote this in.

Thank you VERY much for reading

~PinkiePie10Cait