Luna prayed for her twin brother to appear and save her from the dark torments of the storm but everywhere she looked was another empty street. She was utterly lost and couldn't have walked back to where she had come from even if she wanted to return to her lonely room in the orphanage.

She wanted to be strong but she could feel her strength being pulled out by the harsh winds.

The figure offered a glimmer of hope in the darkness around her but Luna didn't know if it was a friend or foe. There were countless people who wanted to hurt her and her brother and she didn't know if the city was truly safe from them. A woman's voice called to her and Luna felt a small knot of hope grow at the implied worry that sounded in the woman's question.

Her mouth opened but at that moment the thunder echoed behind her and she jumped, only a squeek plucking from her sore throat.