Hey, everyone here is part 16, enjoy!
She zoomed through the forest until she came to a wall of Rose Ivy, a beautiful plant native to Sen. She pushed it aside and stepped into a clearing surrounded by high walls of Rose Ivy. In the middle of the clearing was a building made of pure white marble. She entered it and saw orbs. Tens, hundreds, thousands of little glass orbs the size of large marbles. She went to pick one up and-
Luna sat bolt upright in bed.
“Oh, my goodness,” she gasped. Everything about Rain, words, the curse, and the Prison Of Roses came flooding back to her.
She looked out the window. Judging by the light, it was about three a.m. She looked over at Mystery. He was sleeping soundly. She laid back down and tried to fall asleep, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her dream. At 4:00, when it was significantly lighter, Luna got up.
I will make keydah this morning, she thought. Keydah is a type of berry porridge. It takes a long time to make and is very precise, so Luna was in the perfect predicament. She went outside to her garden and picked a small sack full of blueberries, raspberries and strawberries. Then she went back inside, lit a candle, and quietly prepared the berries. She boiled water over the stove and waited for exactly two minutes before dumping the chopped-up strawberries into the water. After fifteen minutes, she poured in some flour, then blueberries immediately after. Finally, seven minutes after the blueberries, she dumped in the raspberries. Then she stirred it clockwise seven times and counterclockwise seven times and waited. During the thirty minutes that it had to simmer, she dressed, made her bed, got out bowls and spoons, drew water, and woke up Mystery. He groaned and griped for a while.
“We’re having keydah this morning,” Luna said mischievously. Mystery practically fell out of bed in his rush to wash and dress. Two minutes later, Luna and Mystery were sitting down at their nice little round table, bowls of steaming keydah before them.
“Fanksh, Luna,” said Mystery, shoveling berry porridge into his mouth. It was his favorite food, and he could never get enough of it.
“Mystery,” Luna said firmly, slamming her spoon down on the table so hard Mystery slopped his spoonful of keydah all over his shirt. “I had a dream last night-”
“So?” Mystery said, annoyed. She had wasted a whole spoonful of keydah! Why should he listen to her?
“I dreamed about a building made of marble and with a wall of Rose Ivy surrounding it.”
“I saw little orbs all lined up,” Luna said, lost in her thoughts. “I tried to pick one up and then I woke up.”
“Luna,” he said slowly. “Dreams always have a meaning, do you know that?”