This is a story I wrote on the bus on the way home, ChainsawDemigodess edited it for me.
It was a dark cloudy night when the young girl climbed to the top of the tall hill onto the flat, grassy plain at its peak. There was a glint of steely determination in her eyes as she struggled up the hill on all fours, climbing as fast as she could.
When she finally reached the top she paused for a minute, to nurse the multiple small cuts she had sustained during her climb. Once the sting had gone from her hands, she stood up and began to sway. She moved faster and faster, until she was running and leaping as she danced across the hilltop.
While she never made a sound while she was there on the hill that night, she screamed with every fibre of her body, reciting an ancient incantation her grandmother had taught her. Above her, a small patch of cloud began to clear, and the moon started to shine through the darkness.
Then, as suddenly as she had begun to dance, she stopped. She went and stood in the middle of the hilltop, looking at the sky, almost like she was expecting something to happen. Then, just as she had hoped, there was a cry- a cry unlike any Pokémon cry she had ever heard before.
She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful sound of the Pokémon and felt the gale swirl around her. When she opened her eyes, lying at her feet was a single feather that seemed to shine like a moonbeam.
As she picked it up, she expressed her thanks in silence, removing several bracelets from her wrists and placing them in a line on the ground. She ran swiftly back down the hill, back towards her village, knowing that she didn't have long.
Without the lunar wing, her brother would soon fall into an eternal sleep plagued by nightmares.