Tomorrow morning came in like a punch to the face. My alarm clock actually worked (I tried to wire it so it seemed like I was responsible by setting an alarm clock, but in reality I would get to sleep for longer, it didn't work). Today would be a strange day, I would get to meet the kid who turned the moon into paper, and help him.
I looked at the clock to see it was 6:07; I usually take an hour (or if I'm feeling real petty, two) to get ready. It would probably take us a few hours to get to the capital of Miuyngg, Djorf. Fun times today.
I walked into the bathroom closest to mine and brushed my teeth, squinting at the strangely spicy, overly minty flavor. I groggily walked into the kitchen to be greeted with toast . . . just toast. I guess my mother was being lazy today . . . wait, my mother wasn't even up yet. Then who---?
I witnessed my father walking into the kitchen and sitting at the table.
"Winnie, I see you're up," he greeted. "I made toast, and only toast." He scratched the back of his head.
I hesitantly sat down at the table and grabbed a piece out of the pile. We both sat there in silence, bot really talking to each other, the tension was so thick, you could cut through it with a butter knife. Speaking of butter, that was really the only substance accompanying my burnt bread.
As soon as I knew it, it was about time to leave to the city's capital to meet the young magician. I quickly put on my best clothes and coat, and walked out of the door with my father.
We both walked to our local horse caravan station and waited for a while, without my father, I was pretty sure I would somehow get lost in the station; it was that big. We paid for out tickets and hopped in a caravan. The horses neighing as the whip came down on their backs, and we took off. I looked out of the caravan's window and saw that we speed past the city and the buildings; we were in the countryside now.
"You should get some sleep, it's going to take quite a time to get to Djorf," my father turned to me.
I nodded and closed my eyes, anxiously waiting.
* * *
I woke up with a hand on my shoulder it was my father. I looked out the window and saw it was the afternoon. Must've taken at least three or so hours to get to Djorf. I steadily regained my composure and slid out of the caravan's leather seats. My father paid the driver and we took off, into the big city. It was chillier than Elk-Bark, for sure. I should've grabbed an extra coat when I walked out.
It seemed like my father knew the gargantuan city of Djorf like the back off his hand; after a few twists and turns, we made it to the center building. We walked in, the air was clean . . . a little too clean. It smelled like it had been cleaned recently, the smell of harsh cleaning chemicals still in the air. I followed my father like a baby elephant until we reached a room. It looked noteworthy. My father opened the door to see a young boy, looking about fourteen, sitting at one of the couches, and a male sitting on the other side of him. The boy had starry blue eyes and dark brown hair, without a closer look, it seemed to be black. My father walked in with me following right behind him. The boy stood up when he saw me. The other man and my father shook hands.
"This is your daughter, yes?" the man spoke.
"Yes, I hope she can help your son turn the moon back into its original form," my father replied.
"Yes, I wish so too. My name is Cygnus."
"My name is Otto," he turned to me, "Winnie, introduce yourself, Cygnus and I will go discuss some matters."
The men both left the room at the same time; the boy and I stared at each other.
"My name is Taurus Luminous!" he greeted. How was this kid so, so nonchalant about the whole situation? He was the one who turned the moon into paper in the first place.
I held out my hand, cautiously.
"The name's Winona, but everybody calls me Winnie."
"Winnie? Isn't that a name of a certain yellow bear?" he smirked.
"E-excuse me?"
"Ahh, nothing," I could hear him silently snickering.
We sat in awkward silence for an uncertain amount of time. The boy sitting in front of me tapping his foot to some beat. I got a quick look around the room.
It was fancy for sure, decorated in gold and silver. Djorf was for sure a rich, higher class city. There were vases with flowers that I couldn't even recognize. Took me back to the days from before I discovered tools and my mother's inventions and collected flowers to stamp them in a scrapbook, I'm not even sure if we still have it. The vases rested on elegant tables (I know, it's strange to describe a table as elegant, but these one fit the case). The chairs were nice and comfortable, a coffee table was in the middle. I didn't want this to be anymore tense than it already was.
"So, why did you turn the moon into a circle of black construction paper?" if I had the ability to catch words, I would've done so right then and there and throw them right back into my mouth.
"I was bored."
"Bored?! You mean you caused all this chaos because you were bored?! How is that even possible?! Why did I have to be signed up to help you?!"
He looked shocked by my sudden outburst.
"Well um . . . it was a mistake I swear! You see, I was looking around at my dad's books and I saw a spell that could shape the stars into whatever you wanted, but something went wrong. I heard a loud noise and the moon suddenly came into mind. A huge ray burst into the moon and caused it to change into black construction paper," he explained.
"Still not buying it, how did you think of the stars and then the moon? Why were you thinking of paper?"
Taurus shrugged, "I saw the paper of the book and the darkness of the night sky."
"That makes no sense---"
Both of our fathers walked into the room, interrupting our conversation.
"It's been decided, the both of you will be headed off for a solution in a week," Taurus' father said.
OOF A LONG ONE
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Until next time.
-Mars
