The rain fell heavily over the graveyard after that. Luna just knelt in front of the grave. After a long time Luna shivered. “Sorry Terra but it looked like our time is up. Sorry I couldn’t stay and talk with you longer. I’ll try to come back sooner this time but it is possible I won’t. After all if I happen to die then there won’t be anyone left to visit you. Sorry about that.” Luna stood up and stretched a little.
When the doll began floating backward Luna knew that they had it. She forced what little energy she could spare into her body, dashing toward it faster then it could escape. As she reached the doll she could feel pain across her back but she ignored it there was something she needed to do and she wouldn’t let something minor like gunshot wounds stop her. She grabbed the head of the doll and could feel it struggling beneath her fingers.
“Ouroboros awaken” Luna heard the voice speak from nearby. She turned to look when suddenly green feather-less arrows sprouted from the mannequins surrounding her. Across the hallway surrounded by her pink glow was Joy. In her hands was a long green bow and in a single motion she pulled it back and drew an arrow out of the quiver on her back then in what seemed like no time the arrow was sailing through the air and into one of the mannequins who collapsed.
The cat hopped off the car and walked toward Joy and as it did so a circle of light began to form on the floor around her. More circles formed and runes began to appear between the circles. Lines and diagrams forming complication symbols. Then they began to rise up off the floor and begin to rotate around her.
The cat spoke louder then it previously had, “Joy Lamb, hear my call. Let the light inside you envelope. Let your powers awaken. Let you soul break free of it’s shackles. Awaken the magic inside of you and become reborn. Let it be so.”
Joy Lamb’s parents ran a small restaurant. It was rather nice place which got a rather respectable dinner crowd. Since it was a family business Joy had been helping out here and there for a long as she could remember. Since she had entered high school this year she had upgraded to official part time worker so most school days she headed home to work at Little Lambs.
It was strange how normal everything felt
The magical power, the talking cat, the porcelain monster
It was like that world of strangeness was the place that I belonged
I probably did belong there
I had just been denying it
Ever since I had practically run away from my parents I had been trying to avoid it.
To live a normal life
Blackberry, that is what the cat called himself
Had I known what would happen because I accepted his offer things might have been different
Had I refused then everything would have been different
Yet I really never had a choice
Blackberry knew that when he made the offer
He also knew I wouldn’t be able to stop
Power is nebulous, both utterly essential and absolutely worthless
To truly understand someone you must first see how they handle power
That will tell you more about them then anything else
How somebody deals with power, how they seek it, how they reject it, why they need it
Those are all essential to that person, it is who they are, there true self
Student Council Building 5, Vice President of Security Office
Enforcer Wade grumbled to himself while he wrote the report about the operation. The vice president that he had been following the orders of had disappeared and because of the recent events Wade had been temporally promoted to acting vice president until there could be a new election. Now he had been placed in charge of dealing with the entire debacle at the Ark Tunnel Reactor.
Lynn hung holding on to everything. Space was easy to hold on to, it was like a burden that she had always had, easy and comfortable. Other things were more difficult to hold onto, thoughts were one of them. Every time she tried to grasp a though it fluttered outside of her grasp, elusive and impossible to capture. Another was her memories. She had trouble remembering the events that lead up to this, or anything at all from before now. Holding onto her self was the most difficult.