{ It’s not the first time he has taken up the TASK of having another
d e f e a t the air of uncertainty that usually threatens to render their ability to CONFESS what’s occurring. Fingers interlace on the surface in front of them, intently listening to e v e r y word she speaks. His eyebrows are lifted, body language CLEARLY exhibiting s o l e m n i t y to both her & the topic that’s been introduced. }
❝ You won’t KNOW until you give me a s h o t. Try me. ❞
Her lips form a thin line. How is she supposed to explain to this stranger what he saw? What it means, and where it came from? Serenity wishes Luna was here to give her advice on this situation. She had told her before not to blindly tell people about her heritage and her origin. But this wasn't blindly. Sam had seen her use her powers.
"The simplest way to say it is that I'm an alien," she says. "It's really a long story. It comes down to the fact that... Many centuries ago, I lived on a planet called Lunaria. I died there. I was given a second chance on earth now. Along with my friends. They just... don't have their memories like I do. Luna told me I can awaken them, but I don't know how. They have powers like I do."
"I don't know how much of this you want to hear, or if you even believe me."
