Before.

==== (This is a psycho-thriller, or YA fantasy. You might get triggered, as there are mentions of pain, blood, death, abuse, etc.) ====
== ~Prologue~ ==
Reneé would have cried out as the rush of heat hit her, but it felt... good. Powerful.
So she let it take over. There was a twisting feeling, and she heard a scream. It became a chorus. A chorus of tears, blood and pain.
But Reneé didn’t care.
Until she did.
She became a mess on the ground, trying to save Mayiáni, but it was too late. She’d never get her beloved sister back.
It was all. Her. Fault.
She had done this.
She had made her family scream.
She wasn’t Reneé Ivey Dragma anymore, she didn’t deserve it, not after this.
Suddenly, she didn’t care. Not about anyone but Mayiáni.
Her parents deserved this, they had broken Mayiáni and Reneé.
Not Mayiáni. She was the sun, and Reneé was the moon, lighting up the dark, and they worked together for a better life.
That was it. Moon.
She’d be Moon from now on.
== ~Chapter One~ ==
Moon’s red hair streaked across the streets as she ran out of the house, into who knows where. She had decided to go to the OutLook.
To go to the OutLook, you’d have to go through hell and back, or so they said. Moon didn’t care. 
So she ran.
“You, name?” The burly guard asked her, without looking at her face.
She lifted her hood, and he gasped. She smirked, and sauntered in. Of course, it was all a facade meant to put off people.
As she walked past, people stared. Probably because of the fact that she had, one, killed her family, and two, was wanted in the Castillian.
“Hey!” A boy, with big, excited blue eyes, and floppy blond hair came up to her. 
“What,” she said flatly.
“I can’t believe we’re here! In the OutLook!” he said, bouncing on the soles of his feet.
“Why, because you’re...” she sized him up. 
“Thirteen, and as naive as a six year old?” She snorted, and started filling her nails.
He had the nerve to not even look a little put out, and he kept talking.
“I’m not naive! I’m optismic. There’s a difference, you know.”
She laughed, her first laugh in a long time.
“If you say so. I’m Moon. What’s your name?” 
“Ben.”
Moon patted the seat next to her. “Come here, I think we’ll be friends for a long while.”
== ~Chapter Two~ ==
A few weeks later, Ben was called to try fighting at the Balconairre. Moon gave him a smile as he walked up to the top of the roof, and he grinned back. 
He really is a cinnamon roll, Moon thought to herself. 
Suddenly, a person in a swishy green cloak and a top hat that seemed to flicker in and out of sight hopped up onto the Balconairre. He swiped at Ben who dodged, and made a joke.
“I could do this all day! The question is, can-” 
Another green cloaked person ran up to Ben, and loaded a gun-like thing. He shot it at Ben’s leg, which made him cry out in pain and fall. 
Moon gasped.
Ben slipped backwards, right off the platform, and as he fell fifty feet to the ground, all Moon could do was watch.
A second later,
Moon heard a sickening crack.
“NO-” Moon ran as fast as she could, but it wasn’t enough. Ben was gone.
Tears streaked down her face as she put her hand on Ben’s chest.
She summoned her fire, a thing she’d learned how to do during her time at the OutLook, and burned Ben to ashes.
As the ashes floated into the sunny skies, she only had one thought.
He’d have liked being free.
Category:Books
Category:Thriller
Category:YA Fantasy