"Let's make some magic."  Circus performer by day, Supernatural hunter by night, Lunaira wasn't a goddess or queen, but she was a spellcaster.  With the powers she was born with she does all she can to make the world a better place for those she comes across.  It's a shame that her fellow SAA members don't consider her a good omen.

From the moment she was born, she was known as a being of misfortune that shouldn't exist, let alone live to her adult years.  But that was fine with her.  She lived for causing chaos, especially when it came to the people she considered family.  With that sense of obligation and power however came with responsibilities that lay heavy on her shoulders.  Everyone has their limits and Lunaira is on the brink of hers.

Shed Some Light

When Lunaira opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her attention was how warm she was. Her vision was nothing but dull hues of bleary grays while she heard crackles and pops faintly in front of her. 


The next thing she took note of was pain. Everything hurt, so she didn’t bother trying to move or shift. Not that she really could with the layers of blankets that piled over her. A smokey breeze brushed against her, signaling that she was outside. 


Her eyes fluttered, relieved to see the bright stars that twinkled under the indigo night sky. Soft fingers caressed her head, soothing the aches slightly. Lunaira took a deep breath while she nudged into them. 


She still couldn’t twist around to see anything that wasn’t ahead of her, however, she did hear the shuffle of movement. A familiar, welcoming presence right beside her. 


“You overdid it this time, Lu. We almost lost you.” 


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