"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday... Happy birthday..."Walking into the living room, Luna covered her face acting shy and surprised. But Luna was anything but surprised of her "surprise" birthday party. If you can even consider it as a party with only her Mom, Angelie and bestfriend Pipo. Well, she still pretended anyway, for the sake of her Mom. Though Pipo knows better.No one can catch Luna off guard.After all, Luna was born with a gift to see and know things before it happens. She can foresee things. Gets a peek of the future, was how Pipo describes it.At the age of five, Luna can tell what her teacher's test exams would be. What her mother will cook for dinner or what clothes her Mom would wear. How she does it?She does not have any idea.Only that, she just knows. Just plain, know. And it freaked her out.She tried telling her Mom, but like all mothers, Angelie attributed it to her be

Luna woke up to the smell of honey. Her body feeling pricked all over by needles. It should not have hurt. She overcame her panic and "sort of" controlled the wind a moment before she fell on the "ground".Someone poked her on the ribs."Ugh...!" Luna let out a moan. Then she heard a shriek.She opened her eyes in a slow manner, adjusting to the light. Her vision is still a little blurry from the fall. But saw no one.

At the center, Luna saw a group of people. Seven were women. Each one possesses extreme beauty and tall. They wore flowing dresses each a different color from the other. Their hair glowing, their skin pale and luminescent. Gems adorned their head. Some shaped like flowers, others like teardrops. They were so richly dressed. The air around them was filled with arrogance and royalty.Talking, or rather arguing with them are much taller men, garb in the same richly manner as the beauties. However, it was evident that the men were much older than the women. They have long beards hanging from their faces. Same luminescent skin but lined with age.

Luna did not know how she came to stand next to Princess Lamea the next day. She had woken up feeling refreshed. Instead of her PJs, she is now wearing a white robe just like the princesses the other day. She really needs to get used to calling them sisters. On her feet were silver flat slippers. Her long hair in a braid with flowers. Beside her was Alta smiling and so radiant."Lamea is looking for you. I am here to fetch you. And I took the liberty to heal your head wound and dress you for the day." Alta was chattering. "I do love fashion!"

The sound of Wulfric's heartbeat drowned everything else around him.This is foolish! How can he have these thoughts and feelings for this slip of a girl? He is a warrior, for god's sake. Not some young engkanto experiencing his first love.For centuries, he served the king and faced many battles in his lifetime. He took his duty by heart. Offering his life for the throne and its successors.Love is a