LUNA LEGACY SHADOWS OF THE MOONRISE

She stepped into the moon forest. Emilia could feel her heart thudding in her chest, and her breathing became shallow. Other than the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cries of some nocturnal animals, the surroundings were very quiet. The leaves had grown thick, the bright moonlight was now silvered, and moths of the malformed shapes appeared to crawl up the trunks of the trees and across the ground. The journal of her late grandmother lay firmly nestled in her arms, with her swollen fingers feeling the rough texture of the skin at the back of the manuscript.

It was due to a cryptic diary and drawing that she found herself in this mysterious house, where her relatives' hidden truths were concealed.The last words that her grandmother said before her death echoed in Emilia's mind: "Bring me your successor under the sight of the moon." The order was eerie and provocative, from which She could not let go until She was lead to these dreadful woods. Each move was a saga into the deep end, yet Emilia could not retreat. Cold moonlit illuminated familiar placed – it was a large oak tree, a small creek – she remembered playing with Marcus in these woods. But tonight was different. What was previously some place for black prologue now looked like something that simply pulsates malevolently and is perhaps even communicating some message that only She could understand – trees themselves.Things she did not know she needed to know and which, as often, do not even matter as secrets. An unexpected spark in the undergrowth made Emilia stop. She had to turn around, and her heart was racing, but there was only an unending series of shadows passing by. The oppressive idea of being observed was as actual as the sensation that something physical was penetrating her flesh. Was it just her still-active imagination, or was someone or something chasing her?"Emilia?" Marcus's voice brought oppressive silence to the creek. She had to twist and look at him as he stepped out from behind the dark. He looked worried. Relief flooded him, but it wasn't the kind to still his nerves. "You scared me " Emilia said, hesitating: "It's as singular as thinking you are the only person in the world that is struggling," Marcus summoned a smile but his face was sombre, his eyes showing his real concern. "Alone? No way. Do you really think I'd let you walk these woods alone? Let alone in the night?"But Emilia could not muster such a casualness: Emilia , I wish we could woo the world so they love us as much as you do. All I need to say is perhaps what she said to him in one of the scenes: 'I can do it myself, you know'. "I know you can," Marcus reproached gently. - But your grandmother's diary. . . Just thinking about it consumes an individual, does it not?Emilia nodded, holding the newspaper in her hands, which suggested that she was very much interested in it in the first place. "There's something here, Marcus. Something dangerous. I can feel it. Noticing the leather bound book in Marcus's hand, She was deep in thought. "What does it say?" Emilia looked at a page where the text was of highly detailed hieroglyphics, with lines and curves that barely had to be guessed. 'I don't get most of it,' he remarked, scowling. 'But it wrote about a bloodline connected with the moon. A fate. . . or a doom that was still unspent. ' Marcus scowled at the symbols, focusing hard to understand the meaning of these markings. 'Maybe that's a clue. ' 'Maybe this forest is not just the place, it is the trap. She stepped into the moon forest.Emilia could feel her heart thudding in her chest, and her breathing became shallow. Other than the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cries of some nocturnal animals, the surroundings were very quiet. The leaves had grown thick, the bright moonlight was now silvered, and moths of the malformed shapes appeared to crawl up the trunks of the trees and across the ground. The journal of her late grandmother lay firmly nestled in her arms, with her swollen fingers feeling the rough texture of the skin at the back of the manuscript. It was due to a cryptic diary and drawing that she found herself in this mysterious house, where her relatives' hidden truths were concealed.The last words that her grandmother said before her death echoed in Emilia's mind: "Bring me your successor under the sight of the moon." The order was eerie and provocative, from which she could not let go until she was leading to these dreadful woods. Each move was a saga into the deep end, yet Emilia could not retreat. Cold moonlit illuminated familiar place – it was a large oak tree, a small creek – she remembered playing with Marcus in these woods. But tonight was different.What was previously some place for black prologue now looked like something that simply pulsates malevolently and is perhaps even communicating some message that only she could understand – trees themselves. Things she did not know she needed to know and which, as often, do not even matter as secrets. An unexpected spark in the undergrowth made Emilia stop. She had to turn around, and her heart was racing, but there was only an unending series of shadows passing by.The oppressive idea of being observed was as actual as the sensation that something physical was penetrating his flesh. Was it just her still-active imagination, or was someone or something chasing her? "Emilia?" Marcus's voice brought oppressive silence to the creek. She had to twist and look at him as he stepped out from behind the dark. He looked worried. Relief flooded him, but it wasn't the kind to still his nerves. "You scared me " Emilia said, hesitating: "It's as singular as thinking you are the only person in the world that is struggling," Marcus summoned a smile but his face was sombre, his eyes showing his real concern. "Alone? No way. Do you really think I'd let you walk these woods alone? Let alone in the night?" But Emilia could not muster such a casualness: Emilia , I wish we could woo the world so they love us as much as you do. 'I can do it myself, you know'. "I know you can," Marcus reproached gently.But your grandmother's diary. . . Just thinking about it consumes an individual, does it not? Emilia nodded, holding the newspaper in her hands, which suggested that she was very much interested in it in the first place. "There's something here, Marcus. Something dangerous. I can feel it. Noticing the leather bound book in Marcus's hand, he was deep in thought. "What does it say?" Emilia looked at a page where the text was of highly detailed hieroglyphics, with lines and curves that barely had to be guessed. 'I don't get most of it,' he remarked, scowling. 'But he wrote about a bloodline connected with the moon. A fate. . . or a doom that was still unspent. ' Marcus scowled at the symbols, focusing hard to understand the meaning of these markings. 'Maybe that's a clue. ' 'Maybe this forest is not just the place, it is the trap.Emilia shivered hearing a distant scream and becoming afraid as the sound went through the trees. Returning her gaze to Marcus, who had not been expecting this and was already on the blade. Wolves, he said under his breath his hand enclosed the hilt of the knife. spoken in a more than a low tone but still a barely audible tone Emilia had to speak in. This is all subtext: What if they were more than wolves? What if they were the guardians of this curse? Its heralds? For a moment Marcus looked worried and afraid, before he nodded in agreement. 'We have to be careful Emilia. We do not know what sort of people we are dealing with,'They ventured further into the forest and the oppressive lack of sound continued to bear down upon them. The sound of leaves, the sound of the branch breaking – all these sounds made Emilia's heart pound. Reading her grandmother's journal felt like holding the leaden weight of a heavy stone, and she was drawn towards something that she should not know yet understand.Then they were in an exclusively moon-lit terrain, and from the darkness stepped a figure. The man was lanky and had sunk eyes that were as black as cobblestones. He looked at them with piercing eyes, and his gaze had a combination of repulsiveness and charm. Who's going there? growled at the man in a low-toned, angry voice and asked. Emilia glanced at Marcus and said, 'So, Executive's scamming his own kind?' Her heart was thumping, and she had to try and open her mouth to speak.'We're looking for answers,' she said, and she was at once aware that her voice had risen. Responses to our legacy... and the moon. He looks at them in a way that makes it possible to think he is evaluating their value. 'You're interested in the truth?' he retorted after a long pause, a wave of cynicism in his voice. 'But can you afford it?' Before she would have had an opportunity to answer, the man turned on his heel and vanished into the forest; his shadow swallowed up by the gloom. Marcus nodded and waited for Emilia, Marcus, and the others to follow, which they did, but with hesitation and unsteady steps.The forest got denser and denser as they moved deeper into the unknown. The path that was lying before them was lined with traps and unknowns. That part of her, which her grandmother had mentioned, compelled her to move forward, despite the fact that all her traits told Emilia to retreat. The deeper into the jungle the group went, the more the feeling that they were being guided into an ambush grew in Emilia. Even the light of the moon, which used to be warm and reassuring, looked now like a cruel and impersonal glare that observed everything. The deeper they went, the more the forest appeared to be seething with the energy of ill intent. Blurriness was at the corners of his eyes, and such queer noises came out of the trees.And it seemed that even the trees wanted to shout to them, 'Get out of here' but Emilia could not contain herself. The answers she was in search of were just around the corner, as it were, which she could feel in her bones. The thing was rather bold, though. But I was to watch the stranger arbitrarily till he seemed to lead them deep into the more obscure woods, that wide-eyed girl knowing that what's waiting for her at its end will change her existence-if she survives.