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My throat goes tight, and I have to swallow hard before I can respond. Goddess, watching them like this, watching them starve themselves because they're too scared and too heartbroken to eat, it's killing me. "Your mom wouldn't want this," I try again, desperation breaking into my voice now. "She wouldn't want you starving yourselves. She'd want you to take care of yourself. You know that, right?" Makayla finally looks at me, and the pain in her eyes makes it hard to stay grounded. "But she's not here to tell us that," she whispers. "And I want her to come home, Daddy. I want Mommy."

"I don't care how you're gonna do it Anna, all I know is that I can't keep feeding you at the same time with your siblings because I know that you're a grown woman and you can fend for yourself and equally this family." In my quiet moment, I had remembered my mum bashing me earlier that day at home like she always did. She always found apparently everything I did very disgusting including the ground I walked on. I had series of thoughts going on deep inside my mind because I was totally confused on the next line of action to take.

“Your father asked me to. Said you reminded him too much of your bitch of a mother.” “Mom—” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, her eyes glowing a menacing red in the darkness. “I’m not your mother.” As Moana spoke, tears filled my eyes. “That’s not true,” I whispered. “You’re the only mom I’ve ever known.” “No one wants you, Ella,” Moana hissed in response. She took another step back, and was fully engulfed in the shadows now. “Not even Logan.” “That’s not—”

I said, giving him a thumbs-up and a silly wink as I walked off with the lights. I was halfway through stringing them when I accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. I stumbled back a few steps, bracing myself to protect the fragile lights in my hand. Looking up, I saw her. Moana. The Goddess seemed to have poured every ounce of beauty into that woman. She was lean but curved in all the right places, her blonde hair and porcelain skin making her look almost too over weight. Volumptious would not be the right word. She was a dirty bitch!

Aiys still couldn't believe it, instantly her tiredness paid off. In the cold night air I'm a friend of the moon I stare, smile at him The moon of silent sanctions, I hug paper Dive into reading Scratch symbols on a piece of paper On the moon, I tell stories About today, what I long for And now come true, Moon and Stars Thank you Juna looked at Aiys, "Congratulations dear," he said softly. Aiys was silent hearing Juna's words, immediately Aiys nodded. "Thank you," she smiled.

"I don't wanna be... alone..." "Moana, you're drunk." I said. "So?" Her eyes were barely open but fixed on my face. "Take me... to your room… dickhead.”

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

, she was scared and she whispered. They were all surrounding us. They were looking at us." Hy I am Chris and…..and she….. she is Emma. We are here to talk". I said nervously while getting scared. "We don't talk with anyone. You are in our territory and now we will capture you". One of them said, They were looking like normal humans. "Is there a way to talk?" Emma said. "We only know one way to talk". One of them said, Emma looked at my face. I looked at hers. I knew what they meant and what was she expecting," No..no…no I can't do it. I am sorry. I can't" I said to her.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds, Mom’s sigh echoed in my head. ‘Fine… I know you won’t listen to me even if I give you thousands of documents to support my words. If you want to have your mating ceremony without the blessings of the Moon Goddess, that’s your choice, and I’ll respect it,’ she said before adding. ‘However, I still don’t think it will be a ceremony befitting a Luna. But what do I know? I’m just an old woman who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.’ I flinched.

The arena is a low, hungry hum when I step back into the wings. House lights dim. Phone screens flare like a second sky. My name rolls through the dark in waves—“Luna, Luna, Luna”—twenty thousand throats turning two syllables into a storm. Mia passes me my mic again, eyes bright. “Last one,” she says. “You good?” I curl my fingers around the metal, feel its familiar weight. “Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m good.”