A Midsummer Night's Nightmare

The shadow went down sluggishly, as if the air had suddenly turned water around it. Luna pulled out the dimly shining sword and grimaced at the black blood already drying on the blade. She didn't know the feeling that had dominated her mind a minute before but she didn't like it. She heard movement in the darkness behind her and spun to face it, narrowing her eyes and peering into the darkness. Then a voice that made her shiver, as if the air had turned to ice, spoke the words she really didn't want to hear.

"Kill the shadow. And turn the girl."

Luna screamed.

The End

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