LUNA LEGACY SHADOWS OF THE MOONRISE

turnal 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

s 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 thro