Chapter III: The First day

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Luna shut the door tight as the rays of the sun enveloped the sky. She had to run half the way since she dallied with that muggle.

But that didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she relished the time she had with him.

Sol Nathanael. She hated to admit it, but she was drawn to him in some way she could not explain. And she care not to. If the sun did not threaten to shine, she would have stayed more.

It was more than a mere phobia for when she betrayed the guardians of light the sun scarred her in more ways than mere burns could. She saw it happen to others and when a single ray touched her skin, it burned her more than an Incendio spell.

Ever since she betrayed her friends. Ever since she betrayed HIM.

His green eyes scorched her soul as he looked at her in disappointment. And it ripped her heart when he did not even acknowledge her even after the war was over.

It ripped her every being in him hating her.

Despite his hatred, she still loved him. Even if he loved another woman.

The day was young and she was sleepy, and she tried to banish every thought of the man she loved.

Despite her sorrow, she smiled at the fact that she made a new friend that she respects. And that was enough for her to look forward to tonight.

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Sol closed his shop but was too excited to sleep. For once in his life he had found a nice woman he could converse with. Not that he didn't tried before, but there was something in her that really made him feel alive again.

And it was not just her good looks.

Now he had two reasons to fear sleep in the darkness. And one of them, is fearing that she'll be in his dreams.

And he didn't know how he would take that. And he did not care.

If the lovely fairy banishes his nightmares, he may never wake up for that may be the only time save her visit to the shop that she would ever see her again.

Sighing at the thought, Sol exited the shop and strolled under the light of the sun.

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In the depths of an old castle is where darkness dwells. And where darkness dwells is where evil lurks.

But the men in black cloaks gives the word 'evil' a new meaning.

For what word would be adequate to describe something that would try and bring true evil in this world?

"Do we have adequate troops?" one man asked as he looked at the fire. His robes had a silver serpent embroidered on his left breast. He was the only man to have that mark.

The mark of a dark general.

"Yes, my lord," another answered.

"And?"

"We cannot find her." Their leader growled but kept his temper. He took a long time preparing for the day his master would rise once again.

"Send every Dark Descendant we have and look for her," their leader growled. "I want her brought to me. ALIVE!" stressing the last word, the follower knew better than to disobey.

"It shall be done," he said and left his master alone.

"It should better be," the leader said and doused the fire.

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