A/N- Thanks to everyone that stuck by me for so long. I know it's been a very long time since I've updated. I moved about 8 months ago and forgot all about . But I've posted a new chapter and started on the 5th. Hope you all enjoy the upcoming works.


Recap: "Sì sì! Sarò denominato Luna Rotta!" Jack smiled because he knew what she was saying. He could mostly understand the language, from what his mother had taught him while he lived in Paris, while his father taught him French. He knew both languages all right, though his French was infinitely better. He just preferred his mother's first language better. She had been Italian and wanted to name him Angelo Scuro, which meant Dark Angel. He wasn't sure whether he was angry or sad that his father had won with the name Jonathon. This, Jack had shortened to James when he was in his 4th year, and shortened once more to Jack, when he entered the private school. No one knew that he was actually Jonathon.

"Il mio nome è Jack. La mia posizione è capitano qui. Ralph è l'più alto capitano. Siete nel vostro castello che abbiamo costruito per voi." His voice was calm and reassuring. Her smile made him smile in return.

"Jack," She said, as if it gave her satisfaction, "Ciao Jack."



Jack lay stretched out on the beach, his lithe, somewhat tanned body gleaming against the harsh pebbles. His soft blue eyes were closed firmly against the bright sunlight, his dark lashes contrasting with his skin. He heard movement in the sand as someone approached. Their footsteps were gentle and light. Almost feminine. He opened his eyes, wondering if Luna had finally come down from her shelter on the rocky cliffs. But it wasn't her. It was a young boy that Jack recognized from the camp, but whose name he couldn't quite remember.

"Jack, sir?" he said, his voice wavering, "Ralph has been looking for you." Hearing the name of his comrade, Jack sighed and pushed himself up onto his elbows. He stared at the young boy for quite some time before he struggled into a standing position and started walking back to the path leading to the camp.

"He's not at the camp sir." Jack turned swiftly as the child spoke. "He asked you to meet him at the castle." Jack cursed under his breath. The path from the beach to the castle was long and treacherous, with many places where one might become easily injured. But it was a much shorter trip than to go by way of the camp. And so, Jack started walking.


This was a very strange place, Luna had decided. The people spoke to her as though she has so much authority. And she was not permitted to leave the tiny house they had built her. She did not understand much of what they said, because they spoke very quickly. But there were no windows, and no one was permitted to enter without direct consent from Jack, so she was usually left in peace.

None of her clothes had been damaged by the water. For this she was thankful. She would have felt very ill after wearing the same clothes for so many days. There was a kind little boy that would come to collect her soiled garments and wash them for her. He rarely spoke to her, but when he did it was often quite interesting events from around the camp. She wanted so much to explore the outside world. She fully intended to ask Jack if she might venture out, as he seemed to be in charge. He had spoken of another boy that also led, but she had never met him.

However, she was not completely pleased with the current situation. Her long auburn hair was matted, for her brush was missing. Her pale skin was quite dirty and felt sticky from sweat. There was very little to eat that she enjoyed. And her clothes were not really her own.

Luna had been on her way to a theatre festival where she was to be playing a variety of princesses and maidens. She had only long beautiful gowns, hardly suitable for this sort of place. But the boys were quite determined that she was a princess, so it did help that she would look the part when they finally saw her again.

The mere thought of being a princess was enough to make her laugh. She had always envisioned herself with her hair in long shining tresses, a gold tiara atop her head. In these imagined thoughts, she would wear a long, deep purple gown sewn from the finest materials in all the lands. And she would have kingdoms of adorers. But she knew that these thoughts would never be true. She was not as kind, gentle, or beautiful as the lady she imagined herself to be.

Luna lay in her bed, staring at the roof, wondering when she would be free of her pseudo-prison.


The two tall boys met on the rocky hills that made up the base of the 'Castle'. Jack could see Ralph pacing in irritation long before Ralph was able to see him. He wondered what he had done wrong now.

"Jack! Finally!" Although he attempted to appear light and jolly, his voice betrayed his emotions. Jack knew that tone. That was the tone Ralph used when he was waiting for something. And Jack was almost certain he knew what it was.

"The princess?" Jack asked, his not-so-wild guess.

"The princess. When will she be coming out?" Jack was glad Ralph decided not to beat around the bush. It was a habit he couldn't stand. He preferred for things to be direct and to the point.

"I'm not sure. I do intend to ask her when she'll be ready." Ralph nodded as Jack spoke. She motioned toward the 'Castle', before turning and walking swiftly away. Jack turned toward Luna's accommodation.