Capítulo 1: .
Moon was, quite literally, a moon. She went by Merra.
Or wait. That's too soon. Rewind a bit.
Moon also had curly, short black hair that formed a dense, almost impenetrable helmet-like shape around her head, her amber eyes had flecks of gold in them that shimmered like small suns when rays of light landed on them, and she had pale skin that made her seem like a ghost, a dream, a figure that disappeared with the morning mist. And anyway, she was a ghost to the person to whom it mattered the most. Earth, aka Terra. The person she revolved around, quite literally.
Moon's cottage was small and dusty, and most of all, cramped. Things were thrown in a hopeless jumble all over the place, sort of like a dumpster, but the medieval version because this was the 1500s. She tripped over the said things a lot, which, since the said things were magical, usually caused utter disaster.
Uh. You're probably a bit confused right now. But basically, all the planets took human form a few years ago (yes, a recent event) and came down to Earth. I don't know why they chose Earth, especially because it's even more awkward for Earth herself. But anyway. Moon was currently tying the lace on her boot with the skill and precision of an eight-year-old. She fumbled over the laces, and then stepped on them by accident, untying them and going sprawling on the floor.
Well. At least she didn't knock anything over. Can't say the same for some other times. Moon scrambled up, dusted off her knees, and stared at her shoes for a minute before she sighed.
What a useless moon. She couldn't do anything herself. Moon sighted, snapped her fingers, and instantly a surge of water came somewhere out of the messy house and swirled around her. It was so fast that Moon had given up on trying to track the endlessly splitting waves a long time ago. Now, she just held a finger out, letting a few drops branch off into her index finger, and said,
"Tie my shoes, please."
The water instantly billowed around her once more, a few drops sprinkling into her hair, and then, in a woosh, before anything more could be said, her shoes were neatly tied in a double bow, and the water arrogantly collapsed into a wet puddle that soaked into the floor. Moon rolled her eyes. How dramatic water spirits were.
"Whatever. Just make sure you don't leave any watermarks - they're unsightly - and do the dishes by the time I get home."
Then, Moon meandered her way around more trinkets - a shoebox filled with gems from Neptune, an old golden harp that had three missing strings, a coat hanger with lengths of ribbon dangling off it, and more than a few old weeds that had sprung up with the constant presence of water. Moon had never tried to weed them out, especially since the weeds occasionally turned out to be wildflowers, which, at that point, was not a weed but rather something worthy of a bouquet. Moon finally turned her hand around the brass doorknob and yanked it open with a jerk, grabbing her knapsack, which hung from a particularly sturdy vine on the roof and closed the door.
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