"Mom?" A blonde hair girl asks, her blonde locks fall on her pillow.
I turn around, looking at her, I smile. "Yes, Luna?"
"Will you tell me a story?" She asks, tilting her head.
"I guess I could tell you the one that I'm working on.... Okay, ready?" I ask, she nods and snuggles in with her stuffed animal.
"Ready....." She says.

"It started when I was a girl, around your age. I was living with my Aunt-" I begin, but she stops me.
"Is this Fiction?" She asks.
"Yes." I respond, "- and Uncle, since I was an Orphan; pretty much. My mom had died and my father had left; so I decided I needed a brake. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to an Ally...."