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She was like an owl. Silent, stealthy and quick. She used her owl-like ways to her advantage. Usually she was out, searching for trouble. But at this moment, she was staring at the moon, ready to do a nightly ritual after a long time. She stood there with confidence on her face, her blue eyes glistening in the moonlight. She sent out a quiet prayer to the gods, then howled softly. As time passed it grew higher and higher, then dropped lower and lower. Her lips closed to cut off the howl. Then she started to run. Run quickly through the forest. The running represented the running stars, which where all of her loved ones that have passed on ran freely. One day, she would be the special one to run among the moon, where all the Moon Children and Moon Descendants roamed. Her pace quickened and she let her tongue loll out to the side of her mouth. She swerved pass trees and leaped over bushes. She had slowed her pace after she was at top speed. And overtime she came to a sudden halt, and looked up at the moon.

She started to say the ending prayer aloud, words that played in her mind everyday, "May the moonlight rule and overpower the sun.... sur la Lune" Her last words were spoken in French. She knew only a bit of it, for the French language was so beautiful and elegant to her.