Her eyes were clamped shut as the surrounding area went from cold rainy currents to a steady warmth interior. Luna slowly opened her eyes and looked around, unfamiliar with the apartment buildings that housed the arrivals over the age of 18. Everyone else was taken to the orphanage to be cared for until they came of age.

She looked up at Illyana and frowned as confusion filled her features. She had no idea where she was but she knew where she had come from, the place that she didn't want to return too, and she'd learned how to spell it after reading the sign over and over again.

The young princess leaned forward and gently began to trace a watery word on the floor. 'Orphanage'. When she was done she looked back up at Illyana to see if her word made sense to her brave hero.