07-17-2018, 10:50 PM
Luna trudged through the Tangled Green, her broken arm hanging limply at her side, her blood dripping onto the leaves below. Her right eye was swollen shut, and her hair was stuck to the right half of her face with blood.
She entered the clearing and collapsed against a thick bamboo tree, spending a few seconds just breathing painfully and staring up at the sun.
Slowly, with tender movements, Luna reached for a backpack stashed behind the tree. The Jedi Witch rifled through it until she found a long stemmed pipe and packed it with the pungent marijuana that grew wild throughout the Tangled Green. She lit the pipe with the tip of her wand and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that hung around the clearing.
Luna felt better.
The Jedi witch gently washed the blood from her face with a canteen filled with elven water. She then dug through her pack again until she found a shard of a broken mirror.
Luna winced as she saw her own reflection; her eye had been nicked by the wandsaber and cauterized shut. It would take a lot of OM to heal.
She breathed on the surface of the mirror, and a foggy film appeared. When it cleared, she could see the face of Sir Neville of Longbottom.
“Hello Sir Neville,” Luna said pleasantly.
“Hullo, Luna,” Sir Neville of Longbottom replied through the mirror. His face was rugged but handsome, his physique was astounding. Neville noticed Luna’s fresh wound where her eye used to be. “Been having a rough go of it?”
“I had to kill a Hermione,” she said sadly.
“Er, sorry,” said Neville, scratching the back of his head and trying not to think about the weirdness of the Omniverse.“You know, I was wondering when you were going to call me.”
“There has been a great disturbance in the Force,” Luci replied. Neville nodded gravely.
“Uh huh, yeah, I did notice something like that I think,” Neville said helpfully. “For the past year my sword has been acting rather funny. Do you know what sword I use, Luna?”
“You wield the Sword of Godric Gryffindor,” Luna replied solemnly.
“That’s right,” Neville said. “And for the past year, it’s been glowing like mad, all red and gold. Hacked up some trolls the other day, and I swear I heard it roaring.”
Luna nodded, as if this made very good sense to her.
“Then about five minutes ago, it stops,” the knight continued. “And now here you are.”
“Harry is dead,” Luna said sadly.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, eh?” Neville joked. Luna stared back at him somberly. Sir Neville sighed. “Let’s go get him, then.”
The knights shared a sad kind of smile.
She entered the clearing and collapsed against a thick bamboo tree, spending a few seconds just breathing painfully and staring up at the sun.
Slowly, with tender movements, Luna reached for a backpack stashed behind the tree. The Jedi Witch rifled through it until she found a long stemmed pipe and packed it with the pungent marijuana that grew wild throughout the Tangled Green. She lit the pipe with the tip of her wand and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that hung around the clearing.
Luna felt better.
The Jedi witch gently washed the blood from her face with a canteen filled with elven water. She then dug through her pack again until she found a shard of a broken mirror.
Luna winced as she saw her own reflection; her eye had been nicked by the wandsaber and cauterized shut. It would take a lot of OM to heal.
She breathed on the surface of the mirror, and a foggy film appeared. When it cleared, she could see the face of Sir Neville of Longbottom.
“Hello Sir Neville,” Luna said pleasantly.
“Hullo, Luna,” Sir Neville of Longbottom replied through the mirror. His face was rugged but handsome, his physique was astounding. Neville noticed Luna’s fresh wound where her eye used to be. “Been having a rough go of it?”
“I had to kill a Hermione,” she said sadly.
“Er, sorry,” said Neville, scratching the back of his head and trying not to think about the weirdness of the Omniverse.“You know, I was wondering when you were going to call me.”
“There has been a great disturbance in the Force,” Luci replied. Neville nodded gravely.
“Uh huh, yeah, I did notice something like that I think,” Neville said helpfully. “For the past year my sword has been acting rather funny. Do you know what sword I use, Luna?”
“You wield the Sword of Godric Gryffindor,” Luna replied solemnly.
“That’s right,” Neville said. “And for the past year, it’s been glowing like mad, all red and gold. Hacked up some trolls the other day, and I swear I heard it roaring.”
Luna nodded, as if this made very good sense to her.
“Then about five minutes ago, it stops,” the knight continued. “And now here you are.”
“Harry is dead,” Luna said sadly.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, eh?” Neville joked. Luna stared back at him somberly. Sir Neville sighed. “Let’s go get him, then.”
The knights shared a sad kind of smile.