Moonspear where all the children left without a trace, only to come back as pure as gold

Alya had been spending a lot of time on her own, lately, sighing and mooning about a certain yellow-eyed male. Sometimes, she would look up at the moon and imagine he was looking at it, too. In fact, most of Alya's life currently consisted of romantic cliches. All her pent-up emotions had served to make her a bit moody and reclusive, but nothing that couldn't be explained away by teenage hormones.

Today, though, she was feeling particularly cheerful, and with her cheerfulness came a certain sense of sheepish guilt. She and Cypress weren't the only ones in the universe, and she now had three innocent baby siblings that needed corrupting. So the girl went in search of one of said siblings, and soon came upon Galaxy, whose likeness to Charon automatically endeared her to the older girl.

"Hey Axy," Alya greeted, wondering if the girl would be able to tell her apart from her mirror-sisters. "Whatchya up to?"