The young princess clung to the soaked blanket that draped across her slender shoulders. It was difficult to hear over the roaring rains and angry thunderous roars but she could reach the careful approach as caution. The words that she did hear allowed Luna to understand the meaning.

This was someone who wanted to help her.

She pushed herself up to her feet, her legs trembling under the weight of the water that threatened to pull her back to the cobbled street. Her lips moved as if she was speaking but her words were silent. When Luna knew it was hopeless she shook her head from left to right.

It was terrifying and she didn't know what to do. She wanted to believe in this stranger but no one could control the weather.

Luna looked up at Illyana and mouthed a word slowly. 'help'