~Past affects the Future~
"Shh" I remember looking up at her kind face. Seeing her black hair pulled back into a braid with beads woven into it. Her eyes so dark brown they look black, but I see only kindness and love in them. I notice her traditional Native American outfit. "shh small one it will be okay"
I was small then, only a few years old. My village burned down and my parents with it. Ciara took me in and cared for me. She taught me how to mine, build, hunt, and much more. But there's one thing she never taught me, how to make friends and how to know when you're in love..
~First year with her~
I remember her giving me my name, Luna, it means moon. I forgot what language but she made sure i lived up to that name! I remember her showing me her favorite dish to eat and Native American celebrations. "Sweet Luna, Light of my life. Dance! Dance! Have fun! don't always be serious!"
I didn't understand what she meant by it though.
~The happening~
I remember that night. It was after my 15th
birthday, I had lived with her for about 13 years now. I came home from hunting and smelled the thick scent of smoke and blood. I ran as fast as I could back home. I fell to my knees at the terrible sight. Ciara's house was on fire and she was laying out front with an arrow in her heart. To my surprise she had a peaceful almost blissful smile on her face. I remember shaking with rage and tears ran down my face. I ran over to her, but a boy in the village, Shard, grabbed my arm and held me against him. "it's to late Luna. She's gone.." I couldn't do anything but cry...