The Luna Who Came Back Wrong
That was a death sentence.
I stared down at my reflection-no, Keira's, in the water.
“Is this really what you'd want, Keira?” I whispered, but instead of a response, I heard the sound of a twin snapping behind me.
I turned around sharply, looking in the direction the sound came from, and a woman stepped from between the trees.
She's probably about six or more feet tall, with ink black straight hair.
She was putting on a red robe, and holding a staff-she wasn't old, probably in her late thirties or early forties.