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Chapter 5Polaris sat quietly in her room in the moon mansion. In here, nothing was fully real. The room was controlled by emotion and thoughts of the owner. Everything could change or appear anytime. You could easily say that you had everything; As long as you had a little imagination, you could imagine anything. The moon was a truly magical place.
Polaris was observing the Earth. She sat in front of a crystal mirror and watched Emma travel to meet her dad. Both girls were in trouble, but until Manny didn’t know about Emma being missing; they were safe. Polaris was worried about her best friend. Worried that her covering Emma might hurt the girl instead of help. She smiled at her friends image and sended her a positive thought. Emma smiled and looked out of the carriage, searching for the North Star. She took a deep breath and started to play with her bracelet. Polaris knew that Emma was scared and sended her as much encouragement as she could.
The mirror went blurry and Polaris got ready
Chapter 4Emma had only just begun to make her way down the dirt corridor when she dreaded continuing the journey. She’d walked the tunnel many times, delivering messages to Kaguya Hime, preparing for battle against the nightmares and other dark creatures trying to reinforce the “Nightmare King”, going on walks with Polaris, searching for items swept in after humans landed, and walks with Manny.
Emma knew why she hesitated. It was fear. What if she never came back? How much had the Earth changed since Manny claimed her? Would she even find her father? And if she did, what would he be like? Would he be anything like Emma imagined? What if he changed? He may not be the same as when her mom described him to her. What if her father was everything she’d ever hope for? Would she ever come back to Manny and Polaris? Emma doubted it.
She’d miss her starry room and soft bed. She’d miss the floral fragrance that clung in the air of her room. She’d miss
Chapter 3“And there he goes again.” Polaris whispered to herself as she brushed her milky white hair in front of her mirror. “Why won’t Manny realize that Emma tells me everything anyway?” Polaris shook her head lightly as she set her brush on the glass table. She hummed few notes and sat down on her window seat. The North Star looked into her mirror, which showed her who thought of her at that moment, and suddenly stood up. She opened the door just in time for a crying Emma to storm into her room.
“Emma! What happened sweetie?” She asked gently as Emma lay on her bed, crying. Polaris sat next to her and pet her on the head. She took her brush and brushed her friend’s hair.
“I hate Manny!” Polaris bit her lip and shook her head.
“You do not. You are upset with him, but you still love him.”
“Oh yeah, I totally love him after he denied me all rights to see my father.” Emma rolled her eyes.
“Excuse me? Your f
Chapter 2The world smelled of gym socks, a hot summer day, and Manny’s cooking. Emma wrinkled her nose is disgust. The next sense to kick in was hearing. She was glad to hear Polaris, but could she be any louder?
“Emma?? Emma!! Oh please, wake up!!! Manny…. It’s not working!!!”
“Will you please calm down, Polaris?”
“Emma don’t you dare die!” A sharp pang ran through Emma’s head. She could feel Polaris violently shaking her, again.
“Ow,” Emma groaned.
“Manny! She said something!”
“I know, I heard. She can feel again. You might want to stop shaking her…” The hands released the grip on Emma immediately. She opened her eyes to a blurred and merged world. Slowly the background sharpened. Then the foreground.
Emma frowned. She was in the kitchen with Manny and Polaris standing above her. Polaris was glowing nervously as she played with the ends of her long hair.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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