Beyond the patch of bushes, I saw a small glowing orb. It was bright purple and emitted an abnormally bright light. I wondered why it wasn't seen from back there. The creature sat in front of it and muttered something incoherently. The orb floated up to my height, and I could see something like an image forming on the glossy exterior.
It was Lunaville. Dark clouds, and towering homes. Werewolves of different sizes walking around, tending to their duties. The horizon gave a brief view of what was believed to be a gate into another world. The image shifted to the royal house. I could see the elders, seated hierarchically, all frantic. “We have to find him!” One of them yelled.
“Why would Walter's son run away? It's unlike him! And I blame Walter too! He spent too much time keeping that boy
