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She did act like a rodeo clown for him just now. The moon is full and high, and everything high is illuminated—the tops of the trees, the roofs of the cabins—and everything low is cast in shadow. The commons look ethereal, like the village in a Van Gogh painting. The storm never materialized, but there’s a stiff breeze whipping down from the foothills. I huddle in my corner and wait. No one comes out the lodge’s front entrance until Killian, a few minutes later. He throws an orange cardigan at me.

Only this piece’s theme is violence. There is lightning, and the wind is strong. But the most disturbing is how the clouds swirl around, as if a tornado were about to form, yet none of them are making landfall. It’s all just up in the night sky. The stars aren’t visible, completely covered by fog and clouds. And the moon… it has turned completely bloody and is at the centre of those swirling clouds, making it appear like crimson eyes. Meanwhile, the thunderbolts are coming in series. It’s fast, loud, and in rhythm with my pounding heart.

I just wanted to be home in arms of my parents. I can actually be hugged now. I can hug them as much as I want without the fear of becoming ill. I shot out of bed at the thought, my smile so bright it was visible in the dark.bi couldn't sit still anymore so I jumped out of the bed and jumped around trying to wear myself out. It too exciting now. I looked up at the clock. Three o'clock. Only a couple more hours, I tell my self as I stand by the window, my eyes immediately going to the moon which is illuminating the night with its silver glow.

But the clouds stretched over the sky, giving it a hazy ominous feel. Solomon looked at the sky and his face was dark. “This is not a good sign. This is not a good sign at all….the moon needs to be high up in the sky so that we can call upon her blessings and light and start the ritual,” grumbled the Soul walker. Razl did not speak as he was holding Tourmaline in his arms and sitting in the middle of the circle that they had created. It was a hallowed meadow in the middle of the forest beside the pool where all the creatures came to drink water.

The night sky is clear, tinted with dark gloomy clouds, making the stars appearing more bright, more twinkling. The moon is moving from clouds, playing hide and seek under these dark clouds. There are lot of trees surrounded this mansion, along with tress there are many varieties of flowers , painting this mansion like a fairytale. I can see the pool is glistening, under this bright moon light. The water is painted blue, flowing to and from to the pool corners, attracting the fireflies.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

“Lying isn’t going to save you, Chloe.” My blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” “The mountains tell us things, it carries your mumblings to us.” He whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over the curve of my hip. “And right now, they’re telling us that a storm is coming that will swallow you whole if you stay out here. Look up.” I follow his gaze. The sky isn’t just dark, it’s bruised. Thick, heavy clouds are swirling with unnatural speed, and through a small tear in the grey, I see it. The moon. It isn’t white. It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color.

I soar at her rather hard. “I saw a light,” she said, as she was masking her face with a question. “Was that you?” she stepped closer. “ Might be the moon Goddess gave us a second chance.” I tallied as I kicked my legs into motion moving out of the shredded place, there were bones and we kept on stepping on it our way, “Where is this shit?” I asked, waiting for a reply from Claire who seemed to be more alert if our environment than I'm,

She quickly searched something. Her hands trembled while looking at the screen. The new lunar month was going to start tomorrow and therefore today was no moon tonight. She looked up at Xavier who's eyes were glowing and his fangs were ready to attack his prey. Star didn't have much time to think. She quickly got up and walked towards him who was sitting on the floor breathing heavily. She sat down set to him and cupped his face. "Go.... away." Xavier's breathing was ragged. He didn't want to hurt her and it was difficult for him to control his inner demon.

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo