Magic

Deluna Hansen.

I arrive at the pack residence before dawn. I'm not dressed as Luna, I'm rather disguised as a countryside spy with very baggy gown that rather hides my huge protruding bump, a large hat that makes the onward looker only able to see the lip part of my face and boots. I hold a large sack that contains a big deal of weapons and tools. Since the dungeon floor isn't at all concreted, it should be easy for me alone to dig. Good thing is there's usually no one up at this time of the day. It'll take a few more hours before someone gets up and no one really likes to visit the dungeon.

But then, as I approach to go behind the big house, to the dungeon, I hear footsteps coming closer and a sudden flashlight. My heart skips a bit as I quickly find something to hide behind, hoping and wishing I don't get caught. "Who's there?" I'm relieved when I find out it's no other than Damien and trusting him not to ridicule my weak situation, I stand up and take my hat away.

"Damien, " I ca