Chapter 2: The Cresents
D looks out one of the many windows in the mansion. 'Good. A cresent moon.' he thinks. He refers back to the Instructions. 'It has to be on the right...yes, ok, it's a right cresent then...' he thinks, looking back out of the window.
He goes outside to the bay, and places the box on the beach, facing the moon. 'Ok, line it up...' he moves the box lightly so the cresent moon is in the imprint on the glass. The box plays a different tune. "Well, that's strange. I didn't know music boxes could do that!" he thinks out loud.
The next night, he goes to check on the box. He adjustes it three milimeters to the right, just so the moon is once again perfectly lined up. And again, the music changes. 'I swear, whoever built this thing is a genius...' he thinks. He looks up at the full moon and smiles. He hums to himself a familier tune.
The last night, he checks on the box, and notices it was already lined up with the moon. "That's odd. I didn't even come out today. That, and I hope I'm the only one on this island...' he looks down, and notices the little moon that spins to the music was gone. 'Who would want to steal that?' he looks down at his whisp, and sees water. Water. 'Oh no, the tides coming in!' he lifts the box and quickly floats farther away, but looks back in time to see the small, resin moon floating away with the surf. "Oh no..." he moans. He sees a light coming from the moonbox. "..hmm?" the light envelops him and...
Ohhhh, a cliff hanger! R&R!