Luna

Luna [Ch. 4]

I hesitated for a minute before grabbing the small glass from the handle and taking a sip. The warmness of the liquid brought a sly smile on my face. "Thank you," I told her softly. She waved it off.

"Oh, it's nothing dear. It's the least I can do," she said with a smile.

I finished the tea and sat the cup down on the table. I thanked the lady again for her kindness before standing up to leave. Due to my powers decreasing, I felt lightheaded. Damn it...I forgot how much of my speed I used yesterday while running from the mansion. The mansion, no doubt my father has everyone after me. Ugh, I still can't believe I heard those words come out of his mouth.

Well, actually I can, if he can order people to kill the innocent then he can definitely order them to kill me. And if they can't find me by then, then they're to kill me as he wishes. This always occurs when someone disobeys orders. To not be jeopardized by the traitor, we're to kill said person before they can begin work with our enemies...which sucks for me because...I don't even like our enemies.

Well, I guess I shouldn't say "ours" anymore. I wobbled before taking another step, trying to adjust to my sudden power drain. The old lady hopped up from her sit and came to me. She placed her left hand on my shoulder and her right on my right forearm.

"Dear sit down, you're not well," she instructed. I objected.

"I've stayed longer then needed," I assure her, which she waved off again.

"Nonsense, you stay as long as you need to. You're obviously not one hundred percent, at less not until the next full moon," she told me.

I froze at her words. I turned to her stiffly with a wondrous face. How does she know that? How can she possibly now that? "What? H-how..." I began but trailed off.

"Yes, I know all about you. You're mother use to tell me so much about her beautiful daughter. God rest her soul," she mumbled the last part sadly, as if talking about a lost friend. I stared at the stranger in complete and utter shock. She knew my mom?

"My mother?" I asked her suspiciously.

She nodded her head and stepped away from me, giving up on trying to make me sit. "Yes, Binara was a very good friend of mine. She use to come see me all the time. Your resemblance to her is uncanny, although I don't remember your name..."she trailed off into her memories for my name.

I stared at this woman in amazement. She knew my mom. My mother passed when I was eight years old, I only vaguely remember her. I opened my mouth to ask her more on the topic, until I felt a sense that someone was near. I straightened from my relaxed stance and looked around the room awaiting the third party.

As if on cue, a boy around my age came rushing down the staircase that was lined with the wall that the television was infront of. He had sandy brown hair that was swooped to one side and tanned skin that proved him to be outside a lot, maybe with sports. He stood approximately 6'2 inches tall.

I couldn't see his face, due to the fact that he was busy button up his shirt as he rushed down the stairs, clearly late for something. "Grandma! I'm heading to school now so--who are you?" he stopped his shouting when he finished buttoning his shirt and looked up.