Luna's POV

"Ok," Koenma said, "now try to focus on the air around you." I looked at him, not entirely sure how to do what he was asking me to do. Could I really control Mother Nature? Did I have the right to? I didn't think so. Koenma must have noticed my reluctance. "Come on, Luna. Give it a try," he smiled at me in encouragement.

I mentally shrugged, and acted on instinct. I extended my arm and waved it in the air once, just to see what would happen. The wind automatically responded and whooshed around me, picking up my hair. It was no more than a gentle breeze, as if it matched the movement of my arm. The breeze put me more at ease than Koenma's smile. It didn't seem like such a hard task and the air answered to my call. Koenma made it subservient to me. I pondered… Perhaps this won't be as hard as I originally thought. I just had to control my movements.

Fascinated, I did it with more fervor. This time, it was completely different, as a gust of wind slammed into me, sending me flying. I hit the ground hard, several feet away from where I once stood. I panted from the blow and the shock, and I heard another thud. Soon enough, Koenma was on the ground too. I forced myself to get up and rushed to Koenma.

I heard him groan as I approached and got to my knees by his side. "Are you all right?" I was afraid I had hurt him.

Koenma got up, focusing on something behind me. "Fine, I'm fine. I expected you to have trouble controlling your element in the beginning, it is only natural that you do." He paused and frowned. "But I didn't expect it to rebel against its new master."

I turned around saw that the wind was still blowing, even though I had not told it to. It was gushing in a small tornado, about three times as tall as I was. I took a step toward it and raised my hand in an attempt to make it a little more docile. As if it knew immediately what I wanted to do, another gust of wind burst in my direction, making my feet grind against the hard ground. This one was a warning.

I watched it warily, not feeling comfortable with admitting that I was at a loss of what to do. I didn't take another step further either, afraid it will take that as an offensive. I realized I was thinking of this as if I was facing a person, and I immediately did a mental double take. I am not facing a person. Surely what was happing was because I was so inexperienced and didn't know how to control it, not because the wind actually had a mind of its own and rebelled against my will. I chastised myself for being so foolish and straightened my spine. I didn't know how to control Mother Nature, but I could try until I it obeyed me, as guilty as that made me feel.

Using my arms to guide it, I tried to signal it to calm down to a soft breeze so that it wasn't as destructive. Instead of dying down, the wind picked up more zeal and slammed into me again, even more forcefully than last time. Once I was on the ground, I felt my body being lifted up, and I soon realized I was caught in some sort of whirlwind that was right above me. When my body was completely off the ground, I felt myself being thrown again, this time into Koenma. We both groaned as we got up.

"Am I just doing it incorrectly or…" I trailed off as I once again considered the other option.

Koenma shook his head as he brushed dust off his robes. "It's nothing you're doing, I am sure. Your element is rebelling. I didn't even know it could do that," he said, wonder in his voice.

"What should I do?" I asked, feeling helpless and frustrated.

Koenma pondered for a long time on my question. I almost thought he didn't have an answer for me, at which point, I would have been at a loss of what to do. Finally, he said, "Try a different approach."

I frowned. "How?"

"So far you've been trying to control it, basically force your power on it. Think of it this way, would you like somebody controlling you?"

"We're not dealing with a person," I said, very well aware that I didn't answer his question.

"No, but I feel like it's a similar situation. Try to cooperate instead." That was all the instruction Koenma gave me. How does one cooperate with an inanimate object? This made absolutely no sense. Was I supposed to talk to the wind and make peace with it? I sighed, frustrated, and I tried to look at this from another perspective. Surely Koenma knew what he was talking about, so it was in my best interest to follow his word.

I stared dubiously at the gust of wind not too far from where Koenma and I were standing. It had dimmed down to a little more than a gentle breeze, but I felt like if I approached, it would attack again. So instead, I took in a deep, calming breath and closed my eyes. Still feeling a little unsure about this, I said, in a clear voice in my head, I am not your enemy.

Then, the most miraculous thing happened. The breeze started to approach me, almost tentatively. I wasn't sure how I could even see the breeze, but somehow it wasn't invisible to me anymore. It was like a very thin, almost see-through, white cloth. I didn't even notice that until now, but I could clearly make it out against the background. I wasn't sure if I really could see that with my eyes, or I was imagining it. Or perhaps I was acutely aware of my element now that I could control it. Whatever the reason, I could see the breeze approaching me now. I wasn't sure how I knew that, but it was almost like a question, as if it was wondering of my true intentions or maybe if I told the truth.

My next move seemed almost instinctual. As if I had found a stray dog and wanted to let it know I meant it no harm, I held my hand in front of me, waiting to see if that had any effect whatsoever. The wind hesitated, but slowly wrapped around my hand.

"Do you see that?" I said to Koenma in wonder.

"See what?" he was looking around, oblivious to what was happening. "We haven't been attacked again, so I take that as a good sign." He remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, eyeing my extended arm. "What exactly are you doing?"

"We're…" I tried to think of an appropriate word, "communicating."

"Uh huh," he said, though he sounded like he didn't really understand.

I didn't try to explain, because I didn't think I would be able to. After a while I decided to try again. I waved my arm in the air, slowly, once. I saw it hesitate, then it following my lead. Then, feeling like I'm taking a great risk, I brought my hand down rapidly, making it parallel to the ground. This time, there didn't seem to be a hesitation. The wind slammed down on the ground, whooshing by our feet.

"Did it try to attack us and it missed or…" Koenma trailed off, his eyes glistening with excitement. I couldn't help it, I grinned and nodded.

From then on the journey was smoother, now that my powers didn't try to oppose me. I still wasn't doing very well because I was still unsure on how to go about doing it. I was learning everything right then and there. I stayed with my back to him, trying to minimize the possibility of him being the target of my attacks. I made motions with my hands and noticed how the wind responded. I tried to set goals in mind and see if I can meet them. I usually didn't because I either used too much or too little power or didn't redirect the wind as I should have. I went on like that for a while, simply testing and enjoying my ability.

"I will have you train with some of the Spirit Defense Force members. You have to be well in control of your powers when I will send you to Human World," Koenma said, startling me.

I stopped what I was doing and turned to face him. "Spirit Defense Force?"

"Think of them as the Spirit World army. They interfere in the direst situations. They are used as a last resort," he explained, but that didn't entirely answer my question.

"Shouldn't they defend the world instead of helping me train?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

Koenma shook his head and stepped closed until we were a few meters apart. "There is nothing out of the ordinary happening in Human World now. They train when they don't have anything to do anyway."

I nodded, thinking absentmindedly about these powerful people. An automatic thought was to wonder how I compare to them, with how much power Koenma has given me. He said he would make me as strong as he can. How was than in comparison to them? I assumed they were more powerful, but I didn't know. I didn't ask either, because I didn't want to give Koenma the wrong impression.

"I have other things to give you, besides the power to control wind."

My hand stopped in mid aid and the wind stilled. Everything became still. I met Koenma's eyes, and immediately noticed that he looked excited. "You already gave me the power to control Mother Nature, or at least part of it. And you're going to gift me again?" I stared in amazement. How powerful did he want me to become? Will my enemies require me to be so strong to defeat them? And how does he trust me so much when he hardly knows me at all?

Koenma nodded, oblivious to my thoughts. "I planned it all out," he said as he grew more animated. "First off…" He held his hands out, palms up, and he seemed to be concentrating. Then an object started forming in his hands, just like an image that was slowly colored in front of us. It started out translucent and it slowly but surely became solid. My eyes widened as I realized what the object was. When it was completely solid, he handed it out to me. "I believe this belongs to you."

I grasped the sword, my sword, by the hilt, feeling the immediate connection with this precious object. It wasn't as heavy as a normal sword, as the metal of the blade was much thinner, as it was sharpened on both sides. The major part of its weight consisted of this hilt, which was adorned with heavy iron encrusted with carvings, on the front having the Crest of Arms of England. This sword was granted to me before a major battle that I was a part of, a major battle that I fought in against my Queen's wishes. I have slain many enemies with this sword, but it was also the reason of my downfall. Attack! Attack now! ... You are dismissed. Permanently. My last memories with the Queen made their way in my mind despite my protests. Despite the time that had passed, it still brought a pain to my chest. Pain and regret that I had disappointed and disobeyed the person I had vowed to protect.

I studied it, holding the blade in my palm, but careful with its sharp edge. I found that it was exactly the same as I remembered it, save for the fact that it was completely clean. Last time I saw it, it was encrusted with blood.

"Why?" I looked up from my weapon to the man that handed it to me. There was a strange feeling in my chest, one I could not identify. It might have been due to all the mixed emotions I was feeling, all muddled into one incomprehensible mass. "Why are you giving this to me?"

Despite how poorly I worded my question, Koenma seemed to understand exactly what I meant. "Because I knew it was important to you" was all he said. I nodded, feeling oddly numb now.

"I also want to give you this." He held out his hands, just like he did before, only this time, even before anything appeared in his hands, the wind started stirring. I looked around, confused, because I had not commanded it to. Then I looked back at Koenma and my eyes widened at the sight. The wind seemed to be all going toward Koenma's hands as if it was…materializing. I frowned, as another sword took shape.

I looked at him questioningly, not understanding why I would need two swords. Nonetheless, I looked for a place where to put my precious sword. Then I noticed my outfit was actually adorned with a belt, something I missed the first time I looked over it. I found a spot at my hip that seemed to have an opening big enough for it. I slid it in, smiling to myself that Koenma seemed to have indeed thought of everything.

Now that my right hand was free, he handed the new sword to me. I voiced my question. "Why do I need two swords?"

"Well, you see," he started, and I felt this to be the beginning of a long lecture, "this is your spiritual sword. It was made out of the air and your Demon Energy itself. You can actually combine this sword with some air attack and make it more powerful." My expression must have hinted that I did not fully understand what he meant, because his smile broadened. "You will see what I mean when you will get more experience with using your powers."

I nodded and suddenly got lost in all the thoughts that swarmed in my mind. Despite my willingness to do this new mission, I still had plenty of doubts. Could I really do this? Could I really learn to control and cooperate with air completely? Will it let me? And the most haunting question of all: Was I strong enough to do this? Was I truly strong enough to hold the world's fate on my shoulders and keep the balance? Or will it all come tumbling down on me and I will collapse under its weight?

"I have one more thing to give you." Koenma's words brought me back from my reverie. This time, I didn't question his gift. I was going to take anything he was willing to give me, anything that could possibly make me stronger. I looked for a place to put my second weapon, but I did not see another place on my belt for it. I frowned, confused on what to do with it. Koenma must have noticed what I was doing because then he said, "You won't need to do that. It's a spiritual sword. You can will it to disappear and appear with your mind." I stared, having the same odd feeling as when I talked with the wind. Nonetheless, I said, Disappear, and indeed it did. The sword faded from my hand as if I never held it. How curious. Almost like a child, I made it appear in my hand, to make sure I could do it, and then it faded into nonexistence once again.

I stared at my now empty hand. This was such a strange world, with such strange powers. I never knew these things could be possible. Such as other worlds besides the Earth. As a Catholic, I always believed in Heaven and Hell. But there were other worlds beside those, worlds that we humans weren't even aware of. What other thing did I not know? And all this power. Could one human hold all this power?

I noticed Koenma extended his hand in front of me, and the air stirred once again. I watched, almost expecting a third sword. This time, however, the shape that seemed to be forming didn't resemble any object. It was something much larger than both weapons I was handed. I couldn't tell what it was until it was almost completely visible. Then I paled when I saw the wild animal in front of me.

"This is your guardian," Koenma said cheerfully, apparently oblivious to shock and fear.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I hope you guys like it and please review! :D

Also, as now that I finally updated this fix, I can officially announce this. To any of you who are interested, if you like Luna and want to read more about her, I now have a fictionpress account called meadows-of-heaven. The story posted there that are labeled as OC are stories of her past. Right now I only have three on there, but there will be more to come when time will allow me to write. I hope you will like them.