Luna (The Sovereign's Soul)

Her Last Sentence

.:Author POV:.

Peter stayed silent staring into space for a moment. Luna, being jittery by her dad's sudden pause speak up, "What happens after that?" Peter remained silent. George sigh, "Let me finish for you Pete."

He turn to curious Luna resume what's left off by Peter, "The next thing we knew is that..."

.:George POV:.

Genieve came to us, holding you in her arms to seek for our assistance, a request that both of us can never turn down. She gave us, you, Luna. As I held onto you with both my arms, it warms my heart. Genieve gave us grim look and said,

"We need to be sure that our baby is safe. I know she will be safe with you. Take care of her, we'll be back for her." Genieve kissed Luna forehead deeply.

"Genieve, let us help. Tell us what we can do?" Peter ask agonizing over Genieve's decision to keep them at the dark.

"No, its too dangerous." Genieve replied solemnly but gave Peter an assuring hug. Then Ethan came,"We've got to go." He tugged gently on Genieve elbow. Genieve took out a memoir from her jacket and pass it to me. "Keep this for me, I'll come back for this, when the situation is not so dangerous anymore. I can only trust you, no one else." Genieve's said in determine manner. "I will l take care of her for you, I promise." George said, earnestly. That's the last time we ever saw them. Never heard from them since. I can only imagine the worse. Peter decided to take us here, we don't want to risk it. We just want you to be safe.

.:Author POV:.

George sobs incessantly. Peter is on the verge of crying, he too had tears rolling down. Then Peter took a deep breath, "Sorry we kept this from you. Its hard for us, so we thought it must be unbearable for you too." Luna shake her head side to side while grieving over the truth she learnt. After the moment of mourning, Luna gather up some strength and push out her only concern at the moment, "Did she said anything to me, like, any last words?"

Peter think deep, then jolted a little as if he remembered something, "She did, before she left, she muttered something." Peter squinted his eyes trying hard to remember her last sentence. "Sob. She did said something but it was probably too soft, we couldn't hear it," George replied while weeping. Peter sigh, "I'm sorry darling, if only I remember..." Luna shake her gently side to side again. Picking up his emotion, Peter stands up, "Com'on, we shouldn't be moping around and making Luna feeling awful." He took George's elbow and pulled him up gently. Then he gesture Luna to the kitchen,"Keep your stomach filled, to drive away these negative feelings." Peter smile gently, Luna return with a kind gaze. In this moment, she couldn't bring herself to speak, but she is very grateful to have Peter and George in her life. That night, they had a silent, yet peaceful dinner.

Knock, knock. "Yup, a moment!" Luna finish her french braided hair with a hairband on her left wrist. She stands in front of her mirror to see herself dressed up in comfy, cute casual to go picnic with her parents. Luna opens up the door and realize nobody there, then she heard George call out for her by the front door,"Who gets out last clean up after picnic!" Then George dashes out laughing.

"Hey, not fair!" Luna called out grabbing her bag hastily, then dashed out to them. It was their usual weekend picnic. They're going out of town to one of the nearby park with lots of trees to hangout. They reached the park and found a very comfortable shady spot up the hill. There, they setup their picnic area and do their usual routine. Chat and shared their routine experiences from jobs and school, laughing away at how messy George is when he ate his favorite Raspberry pie.

.:Luna POV:.

Peter always had to clean George up. He's like a big baby and Peter is very attentive to him. This moment is bliss. "I'm glad, you're finally look more like yourself." Peter said, munching on his pineapple sandwich. "Yeah, you had us worried when you had your sulking episode few weeks back," George said lying on the picnic mat with his raspberry pie above his face.

Last few weeks was hard, but I think my parents wouldn't want me be moping forever. They sent me here to be happy and I shall be, so that my mum's effort isn't wasted. But one thing I'm certainly going to do is, find out how and why they died. However, I am not going to let my dads know, cause it'll make them worry again. I may be adopted, but I love them just as much.

I gave them a loving smile and they continue savor their snacks happily. I reached out to the picnic box and took out a blueberry drink. After quenching my thirst, I wondered how am I going to investigate about my parents. I know nothing about Cathopia nor do I know how to get there.

I sigh and lifted up my blueberry drink and place it under the sunshine in front of me. The liquid inside bop gently due to my movement. Under the sunshine, it gives off a faintly dark blue hue color--dark blue-- "Nolan!" I shouted. George dropped the raspberry pie on his face, while Peter spits out his drink. "Holy, Luna you scared us!" Peter exclaimed. "Yeah, me too" George groan while sitting up. We both looked at him. Peter immediately chortled while I cracked up rolling on my back on the picnic mat.

When the sun got too hot, we call it a wrap and came back. Then we spend the rest of our day together, playing all sorts of stuff. Like making fun of George who's always the last in Mario Kart, or Peter who can never win George in chess, and also, I laugh at them when I make them wear Jabba the Hutt costume because I won the card game. We ended our family date with a delightful dinner prepared by Peter. We laugh our ass off when George made comments on the food imitating Gordon Ramsey, to which he surprisingly imitates it very well. Then we bid goodnight to each other and I went up my room.

After getting ready to sleep, I pulled out the memoir again, this time when I flipped open, my parents photo are inside. "See that mum? I'm happy, so you stop worrying about me okay?" I gently places it back into the memoir and slip it back under my pillow. I fall on my back onto my bed. This morning, Nolan came up in my mind. He said he's from Cathopia, maybe I can start from him. Maybe he can help.

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Where am I? It's so bright here... What's that? Someone is whispering? I heard faint whispers which grows louder until I could recognize the sound is actually a lady calling my name. Her voice is gentle but firm, "Luna" I turn around and see no one but I kept looking for the voice that calls out to me. "Luna, be careful. L'âme du souverain s'éveillera.." This time I spin to my left and saw a lady in white gown standing quite far away, her face was covered by mist. My instinct tells me, I know her. so I hesitantly calls out to her, "Mom?" She did not answer my surrounding gradually turns black.

I blinked a few times, my blurry vision slowly clears up. I found myself was actually laying on my bed. I sits up, stretching, "What a dream" I muttered. After getting myself ready, I headed downstairs and my parents already having their breakfast. George greeted me gleefully, "hey sweety. You've gotta try this!" George says eagerly pointing toward the fresh baked cookies. I walked over to them and tasted it, "Indeed it was phenomenal!" I said trying to imitate Gordon. I took another cookie, then turn to George hover it in front his face, "Marry him". Peter let's out a snicker and blushed, George responded without delay, "That's why we're married!" We laughed.

Suddenly I was reminded of that sentence in my dream, "L'âme du souverain s'éveillera.." surprisingly I can pronounce it too, but due me muttered it softly, George kind of heard me but not my sentence. So, George asks, "What you said, darling?"

"Nothing!" I bite my lips and asked, "does my parents speak french?" Both of them stopped in whatever they are doing but got back on track in a jiff. Peter smile at me gently and answered, "Your mum was an elegant french lady."

I grinned, "Thank you, and I love-you-bye" I leaped out grabbing my bicycle ready to ride on that I notice, Connor is standing by the side of the street. He's been worrying about me because I was moping around last few weeks, so since then we ride to class everyday. All I have to do now is find Nolan, I can get Connor to help me looked up on his address.

Before long, we reached school with both of us hastily park our ride because we're running late to our class. "Con, no more hotdogs by the side stand!" I shouted chasing up to him. "Worth it, baby!" We both jump in through the back door, but find ourselves in the middle of attention from the whole class. We freezes when I heard a familiar soft but firm voice spoke to us, "Welcome back, Edward. Enjoy your bloody food?" I then notice there's ketchup at Connor's left lips. I quickly gestured towards his lips, to which he responded by wiping his lips hastily. The class bursts into laughter. We were both flushed red, walked up to our seat all the way looking at the floor.

The voice continues, "Like I said, I'm your new substitute teacher, who will temporarily fill in for Mrs. Cliff's Advance Literature class." I find the voice strangely familiar, so I finally looked up. I am gawking at the sight in front me. I couldn't believe my eyes and have confirmed of my vision is not an illusion when he introduces himself.

"I am Nolan Ezra, your temporary Advance Literature class teacher."