"Luna!" Nanny Betty called from downstairs.

"Coming, Nanny Betty!" Five-year-old Luna called back as she went to her bedroom door. I wonder what she wants, it's not lunchtime yet, Luna thought as she reached the stairs. As she entered the living room, she saw her seven-year-old sister, Yuna, sitting on the couch that was sitting against the oppisite the door she had just entered.

She and Yuna looked so much alike that people that didn't know them personally could swear that they were twins. They both had the same brown, shoulder-length hair, the same soft-looking faces. Yuna was about an inch and a half taller than Luna. Sometimes they would wear the same outfits just to trick people. If someone looked close enough, there was one way to tell that they were different. Yuna's eyes were green on the left side, blue on the right, while Luna's was blue on the left side, green on the right.
Luna looked to her right, and there stood a huge Ronso. On his left stood Betty. They both looked a little sad to Luna. She looked up at her nanny of the last year and a half and said,

"What's wrong, Nanny Betty?" Betty was a pretty woman, originally from Kilika. The thing that Luna liked the best about her nanny Betty was her clothes. They were so different from her own. Luna looked at her nanny, who had tears in her eyes. Betty walked over and knelt beside the young girl.

"Luna, I'm going home, and you're coming with me."

"What about Yuna? Is she staying here? Who will take care of her?"

"No, Yuna's not going. But she's not staying here, either. She's going to go with this nice Ronso. His name is Kimahri."

"Won't daddy be sad that we're not here to see him when he gets home?" Luna asked. At this point, Yuna broke out in tears. Luna turned to her sister as Yuna said through her tears,

"Daddy's dead, Luna. He's never coming back. Ever." Luna couldn't believe her ears. Daddy's not coming back, she though to herself.

"NO! That's not true! He promised me that he would come back! He promised, he promised, he promised!" Luna screamed, falling to floor, crying. "Is this my punishment for being a bad girl?" Luna asked, remembering getting a spanking for calling Yuna a name that she heard a big kid use in school the week before.

"No, honey. This is just the way that things are. How about we help Yuna pack so Mr. Kimahri can take her to her new home? Then we can pack our things so we can go live at my house on Kilika?" Betty asked, the tears in her eyes finally spilling over.

"But I want to go with Yuna! Why can't she come with us!"

"Luna, Kimahri said that this is the way that daddy wants it. Let's show daddy how brave we are, ok? We'll see each other again one day, I promise." Yuna said, trying to calm her sister down. After a little while, Luna tears stopped.

"Ok. Let's be brave. For daddy. Let's go upstairs and pack your things." Luna said, heading for the stairs. When they arrived, Luna entered the room, Yuna right behind her.

Luna went to the closet and drug out Yuna's suitcase. She drug it to the middle of the floor and opened it. As she was doing this, Yuna went to her toy box. She walked over and looked at Luna.

"Here. I want you to have this." Yuna said Luna looked up and saw that Yuna was holding out her favorite stuffed animal, a large plush of a moogle. Luna took it and hugged it.

"Are you sure? This is your favorite toy. What's going to keep your bad dreams away?"

"I'll find something." Yuna said. Suddenly, Luna had an idea.

"I'll be right back!" She called as she threw open the door. She ran down the hall to her room and and went to her bed. On it sat her plush of a Corel. It was her most favorite toy in the whole world. She grabbed it and ran back to Yuna's room. She walked up to Yuna and set the stuffed animal in her older sister's hands.

"Now you have something."

"But, Luna, you like this corel more than I like my moogle!"

"Now the moogle is my favorite, and Cory is yours. Don't change his name! He likes that name." Luna shot before Yuna could think of another name for him.

"Ok. Let's start packing."