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Disclaimer: I don't own his dark materials, golden compass, or any character except for Aurora Luna.
The name's Aurora Luna. But you can call me Luna. I was raised as a Gyptian but in reality, I en't one. A Gyptian I mean. As far as I know, I could be anything. Maybe Corean or I could be a witch. Who knows? I was dropped off in the Costa's boat when I was a wee little baby. Whoever left me just put me there in the middle of the night on a full moon at New Year's Eve. So, when we celebrate my birthday, it's also on New Year's. And anyway, the Costas would never ever tell me, but there was a prophecy written about me.
daughter of the moon
with hair like ivory and eyes like emeralds
will help those alive, yet dead
with her great power of the moon, sun, the stars, and the unknown
will have the power to walk between the worlds
unafraid and unfrightened
but without her true love by her side
she will cease to exist
and disappear
The Prophecy was rubbish though. Sure I have hair like ivory and eyes like emeralds but I have no power. At least, not any that I ever knew about. All prophecies are rubbish. Except for the one about Lyra Belacqua, who has become one of my best friends when we stop at Oxford. I fear that she has become slightly depressed because she is cannot see her true love, Will, for he lives in another world, separate from ours. Today we are going to Oxford. We'll arrive by the time the sun is highest in the sky. At noon. I can't wait to see her.
Later this Morning...
"Luna wake up," Ma Costa whispered in my ear. "Augh," I groaned and turned around. "Don't make me send Billy down here," She threatened. How dare she threaten me using..a-a boy?! She wouldn't dare...or would she? I hope not. Ma Costa walked swiftly across the room and up to the deck. I heard her faintly yell Billy but I was too tired to do anything. I was already dozing off when he came down to my tiny room below deck.
"Luna," Billy whispered in my ear. I didn't wake enough to realize what he was doing. Then, just when I was to tell him to go away, he kissed me hard. On the lips. I woke up enough to push him away. I hissed, "What was that for?" He looked a little hurt and confused. "That was my first kiss you idiot," I said in a calm voice. Okay, slightly hysterical. He soon recovered to his oversized egotistical self and smirked. "What?" I said, suddenly confused. He walked across the room and I kept backing away. Boom. My back hit the wall and still, he came closer and closer. There was no space between us now. Then, he gently and ever so softly, kissed me on the mouth. Our lips just barely touched and my legs just wouldn't, couldn't work. And suddenly, he stopped as if he just realized what he was doing. He backed away. I wished he didn't back away. He must have noticed the look of longing on my face, because he smiled self-satisified and said, "Miss me already?" And left. I cursed myself in my head that he was just playing with my feelings and that he was a jerk. But I knew that wasn't really true. Why would he kiss me if he didn't have any feelings for me? Especially since that was his first kiss too. Also, I knew that underneath, way way deep down, he wasn't at all a jerk. Not at all. Maybe the tiniest bit of an ego though. But seriously, he wasn't really a jerk.
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