Prologue
"Luna, slow down!" Sonny growled galloping after his beloved sister, Luna. She giggled; the sound warmed his body, but she failed to yield at his command and proceeded to tumble down the grassy hill. Sonny watched in horror as her frail body rolled violently in awkward angles and tossed and turned like dirty socks in a washing machine right before his very eyes, but she didn't seem to mind. No, in fact, it would appear the exact opposite was happing. Luna was actually laughing harder and by the time she came to a rough halt, her emerald eyes were brimming with cheerful tears. It took Sonny all of two seconds to race down to her side. Without giving it another thought, he yanked her back to her feet, gripped her meanly by the shoulders, and gave her a warning shake. "What are you doing?" He shouted in her face. She blinked twice, her deep green eyes shifted to hazel as they wrinkled up in a smile.
"What's it look what I'm doing, Goob?" She chuckled jabbing a bony little finger into his chest. "I'm playing, something you should do more often."
With that, she pulled away and continued skipping wildly around the garden. Sonny's cheeks warmed as he let out a frustrated grunt and shook his head. He placed one hand square on his hip, ran the other through his dirty blonde hair, and tried not to feel embarrassed for his sister. He couldn't blame her, the news had shaken him as well, but he had hoped he could stall her long enough to come up with a convincing lie. He didn't think his girlfriend would blurt out the news like some sort of heartless harpy. And now that the truth was out, well, the very least he could do was try to be supportive. But it would be hard- hard on more levels than one. He wasn't sure he was prepared. After all, it'd only been five years. Five very painful, very trying years.
Sonny puffed out some more steam, rolled his ankles a couple of times, and went chasing after his sixteen-year-old sister.