Hello! I'm back with a new story! This is a story based off the movie, Secret of Moonacre. It is amazing! I love this movie and I have the book. One of my best friends and I are in love with the couple Robin and Maria (especially Robin). So this is the movie in both of their eyes. Each chapter will be one of their POVS; some will have both, who knows. R and R!

A/N: I own nothing… sadly.

In Their Eyes.

Chapter 1.

It was all so miserable. Here I was, Maria Merryweather, walking by the pitch black carriage, the one that held my dear father, walking to the cemetery, Ms. Heliotroph behind me. What I found strange was I was not crying yet. I have been crying ever since I found out Papa died, everyday before this. What was wrong with me? I should be in hysterics for goodness sake! My father just died and not a single tear from his only daughter, the day of his funeral. Maybe I cried out all my tears? Maybe my head was too full for emotions right now? I didn't know, I just kept walking.

"Dear Lord…" I heard the priest pray. We were at their grave sites, my mother's and father's. I zoned out as I got closer to the casket. I watched it descend, then I took one of the roses I was carrying all the way here, and threw it on my father's casket in the ground, one of the petals falling off.

I walked towards my mother's grave and placed the other rose on her tombstone. I turned my head the opposite direction of the funeral, feeling someone watching me. I saw the most peculiar sight at that moment.

A boy, almost a man I would guess, watching me, his intense stare full of hatred and anger, burning into me. Why? What had I done to him to cause him to look at me like that? And what was strange was he was wearing all black, black leather jacket and trousers, a black shirt that showed a bit of his chest. Black boots and a bowler hat a top of his head. The only thing that wasn't black was a deep red scarf and feathers poking out, on his neck. And was that, a strip of cloth across his nose?

For a moment, I forgot all about the funeral. It was just him and I alone. I found all of this quite weird. I shook my head; I was still at Papa's funeral, and being very disrespectful to him. Forgetting like that? I walked back to stand next to Ms. Heliotroph, she didn't notice the man, I guess. When I looked back at where I saw him, he was gone. How could that be? He was there a second ago. I looked to Ms. Heliotroph; she was looking at me quizzically. She gestured toward the priest, silently telling me to listen. But I had so many questions running through my head. How did Ms. Heliotroph not notice that boy? Who was he and why was he watching me? And more importantly, why did he look so familiar?

"He, he lost it all? Including the house?" Ms. Heliotroph stuttered. Father's lawyer gave her a hum as an answer.

"No, no papa can't have been in London." I said looking between Ms. Heliotroph and the lawyer. "Why he wrote to me and said he was coming home, he wouldn't lie…" I couldn't get anymore out. Here came the tears, father wasn't in London, I wouldn't believe it.

"Ah well, your father did leave this book as your inheritance." He said getting and handing it to Ms. Heliotroph. She looked at it then passed it to me. It was an old leather book, tattered at some of the edges.

"The Ancient Chronicles of Moonacre Valley?" I read the name out loud.

Ms. Heliotroph and I sat on my bed in my room. Most of my things were packed and boxed up; except for a few toys I had as a child, and clothes still in the closet. My tutor's ranting and stuttering brought me back out of my thoughts.

"I know this is hard, but you know, I-I'm sure your father did… did love you. H-he just um… and you know everyone has to go out on their own at some point in their lives. A-and,"

"Ms. Heliotroph I'm fine." I snapped. I had not meant to, but her ranting just aggravated me! She looked slightly fearful, she wanted to say my out burst was not lady-like, I could tell, but with held from scolding me. "Really," I said more softly. She nodded as I looked away.

"Yes," She said patting my knee, and then stood up. She walked towards the door; she was just about to close it when she looked at me. She was going to say something but just stuttered again and closed the door.

When I heard the click of the door shut, I wiped the tears from my eyes. When I looked down I saw papa's book. I picked it up and opened it, studying the intricate painting and detail. I turned to the beginning of the story and began to read:

'Once upon a perfect time, many hundred of years ago, when the old magic clung to Moonacre Valley, there was a young woman, whose skin gleamed as pale as the stars, and whose heart was as pure as moonlight. Such was her bravery and goodness, she was beloved by nature, as if she was its own daughter.

One fateful night, the moon blessed her with an extraordinary gift that would change the magic of the valley forever, the Moon Pearls. From that day forth, she was know as, the Moon Princess.

Two ancient families lived in harmony at the edge of the valley, sharing nature's bounty. Daughter of the Denoir clan, the moon princess fell deeply in love and was to marry Sir Wrolf Merryweather. Her father, Sir William Denoir, blessed the union, by giving the couple a rare black lion.

"For my daughter's bridegroom,"

"Thank you father,"

In return Wrolf gave his bride a unicorn, lured of the wild white horses of the sea.

"Only an animal of such beauty and purity could be the companion of the moon princess."

Her heart over flown with happiness, the moon princess revealed the pearls to both families.

"Nurtured fathoms deep in the heart of the ocean, these were given to us by nature herself, promising untold riches to us all. Look, they have a unique power. They can reveal the truth in men's hearts."

Legend told of their unique power, so strong the pearls could grant every wish, both good and evil.'

I slammed the book shut after I looked at the painting. Her expression said she saw right through me, like she could see into my soul.

It was late; I should have been in bed hours ago. Besides, we were leaving for the country tomorrow. My uncle, one I never heard of or from, was taking me in.

I went to my wardrobe and got out my nightgown. After I was dressed and ready, I pulled the blankets back and lay down. When the lights went out and the darkness came, I got scared. I turned over and cuddled with the book papa left to me. It gave me some comfort, but not the kind I was looking for. I grabbed the necklace I always wore, and as I played with it, I tried to remember who gave it to me. I've had it since I was a child, but couldn't place where I got it. The necklace must have given me the comfort I desired because as I thought who it was, I dozed off. Next thing I knew, it was morning.

Well there's the first chapter to my new Secret of Moonacre fic. I know a lot of short sections but when you think about it, those sections in the movie were short. I'm going add things in, like the deleted scenes from the movie and little parts from the book. Hoped you like it because I think this will come out good, or I hope it will. Tell me what you think.