Dearest Elfiend,

It has come to my attention that despite being the early hours of the morning, just past 3 am, to be exact, you have yet to sleep for the night. Or perhaps, at this point in time, one could simply say early morning. In any case, i wish to inform you that it would be in your best interests to sleep immediately, regardless of this geo mock you seem to have. Whatever it is, rest, yes rest dear Elfiend, assured that it can be dealth with in the morning, regardless of what you might currently think.

As your canonical wife, I believe that it is my duty to look out for your well being, and regardless of any civic obligation, i care about you as a dear friend, and would like to see you happy, rest rested, and taking care of yourself. This does, of course, include sleeping at a reasonable hour, and while I think we can agree that we are long past that point, as it is roughly three in morning at the moment, i would hope that you sleep as soon as possible, in this case being now.

As it is apparent that you are still reading this letter, I would like to encourage you to stop doing so, and simply sleep – it’s far more important to be well rested than it is to finish reading Miss Moonlit’s very rambly letter at this hour. Sleep, as our good friend Birdi will happily tell you, in vital to our health in many ways – we heal best while we are asleep, and the same can be said for growing! Dreams, whether or not we remember them, help us to process our experiences, memories, thoughts, and emotions, and are often quite enjoyable for the fantastical experiences and conversations they something offer, though I’m sad to say I rarely remember my own dreams. Sleep is also vital to our ability to concentrate on school and work, such as your geo mock – statistics would dictate that you will do significantly better on this mock exam if you take the time to get a good night’s rest, or whatever alternative is available to you at this point, and then work through it, as opposed to doing it now, at approximately three in the morning.

There’s also the matter of the broom to be discussed. Perhaps you might consider that the kind hearted broom bearer by the name of Miss Birdi may come after you, should you not fix your sleep habits, and the stories that are told about her broom, are, well, legendary! It’s always possible that they are merely tales told to scare the children into behaving, and Birdi is quite a compassionate and understanding person, but I personally wouldn’t want to test the fables :>

I would like to hope that you are asleep, and not continuing on to this section of this impromptu letter as this point, but as it seems that you are not, I bid you good luck on your geo mock, and would like to encourage you to rest shortly thereafter completing said mock, tempting as the worlds of fictional and real literature may be, as are the hidden kingdom in which the kittens might sleep, the chaotic secret homes of the celestial conversations, and whatever else it is that might distract you from what really matters right now, sleep.

Good night!
- Moonlit

Part One

For this activity I attended my friends’ orchestra concert. I’m in band and our concert was the night before, but I still went to watch the string orchestra perform to support my friends (and also because the music teacher gives extra credit when we attend other groups’ concerts). I’m really glad I did - I haven’t heard my school’s orchestra play together as a group before, and they sounded amazing! The blend of their sound was honestly way better than band’s, though my best friend would beg to differ (she’s in orchestra and swears that they aren’t as good). After the concert, I congratulated my friends and we hung out together for a bit longer. It was one of my friend’s birthday, so her family brought cupcakes (they were delicious!) and we all shared them. It was such a fun night and while I was initially a bit on the fence about attending (did I really want to sit through a whole concert? Did I really want to give up an hour and a half that could be spent working on my history project, which was very unfinished and due the following day?) I’m extremely glad that I did. I don’t hang out with my friends a lot outside of school and it was really wonderful to be able to. And don’t worry, I did finish the history project (without even staying up late!).

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Part Two

Spoilers for Crooked Kingdom ahead!!

I read a chapter of Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo. It is the first chapter written from Inej’s perspective in the book, and as she is one of my favorite characters I was excited to read it. At this point in the novel, she has been taken hostage by Jan Van Eck and is attempting to escape. Her sheer strength and determination to survive is as always amazing to me; the way she found an escape even with her limbs bound, eyes blindfolded, and the threat of discovery is just incredible. Inej’s courage, fortitude, and resourcefulness - all the things that make her dangerous - are very admirable and my favorite things about her character. One of the best scenes in Six of Crows is when she is climbing up the shaft in the Ice Court and reflecting on her future purpose. Her moments of vulnerability in this chapter were also important, of course. The most frightened she’s ever been in the books so far (aside from flashbacks) is, I’m pretty sure, the scene where Van Eck threatens to shatter her legs. She was desperate and terrified in that moment. Not angry, not resigned, not plotting a way out, just scared beyond belief. And I was scared for her, because without her legs, the skills she’s built her survival around and even parts of her identity would be taken from her. Even more heart-wrenching was her other great fear, that Kaz would have no interest her once she lost her acrobatic abilities. Of course that isn’t true - the reader knows exactly how much he cares about her - but she genuinely believes it and it hurts to read. At the same time, though, I loved this chapter because it presented her in this way; no character is invulnerable or unshakable, even the incredible Inej. It’s easy to forget but important to remember, and I’m very glad that Leigh Bardugo has. I’m a huge fan of how she writes her characters in general, and I’m excited to see where she takes the Crows and their respective journeys throughout the rest of the book!

Word count: 353

Part Three

Myla leaned against the wall, shaking.

She had worked so long and hard for this. Her music was extraordinary - she had always known that - but some secret part of her had always wondered. Was it good enough? Was she good enough? She could tear down walls of solid stone, bend light, conjure up storms so devastating they destroyed an entire city. She had done things both beautiful and terrible. Perhaps her good deeds outweighed her crimes. Was such a thing even possible? She didn’t know. All she knew was that everything had been for this moment.

Her entire world, her purpose was at stake. Her life was at stake, and she couldn’t even pick herself up off the floor.

She closed her eyes. Suppose someone found her like this? Her, Myla Corvelleck. The greatest music-bender to have been born in three centuries. She was invincible, unshakable. The world had done everything to stop her, and yet she had come out on top. She was ruthless in her capabilities - there was nothing that she could not and would not do. Myla was far from the authority at the Starlit Palace, but the fear she instilled in all those around her was enough. Even her superiors were wary of the control she had over the world. She saw it in their eyes, the way they kept their distance, gave her the most dangerous assignments, treated her with a sort of cold caution. She knew it because of what they were allowing her to do now.

A bargain with Death. It was perhaps the most ambitious and dangerous undertaking a music-bender could assume. Myla was perfectly aware of everything that she risked by trying to make such a deal. She also understood just how much could be gained. Twenty years. Twenty years since Cassie left her. Twenty years of pain, and anger, and an impossible ambition driving her forward. Twenty years of terrible deeds and miracles. Now here she was, the chance she had been waiting for ready for the taking.

It’s up to you to grab ahold.

Footsteps sounded in the hall outside. Somehow, the approaching sound jolted her back into her own body. Shakily, she rose to her feet. The ground felt unsteady, but she managed to stay upright. Her hands clutched at the skirt of her dark concert gown as the door opened.

“Ms. Corvelleck? He will see you now.”

Her throat was dry. “I’ll be out in a moment,” Myla croaked. The words tasted odd in her mouth.

The young attendant nodded, stepping nervously out. “I, um, wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Just a few seconds,” she whispered as the door closed. You can do this. It’s just a song. Just another bit of music bending. No different from all the other miracles you’ve worked. You just have an audience this time, that’s all.

She hated this feeling of helplessness. Of all the times she had to lose her nerve, did it really have to be now?

Remember Cassie. You’re doing this for Cassie.

Something inside her solidified at the thought. Cassie. Stay strong for Cassie.

She straightened, pulling herself away from the wall. Her hands were still shaking slightly, damp with panicked sweat. She forced them still against the silk of her skirt. They’d dry before she had to play, somehow. She couldn’t have them slipping over the piano keys.

Slowly, she took a few steps toward the door. She stopped with her fingers on the handle and took a deep, rattling breath. Then she pushed it open.

I’m coming to save you, Cassie.

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I closed my eyes, wishing I could be anywhere, anywhere but here. This world, it’s beautiful but broken, like stained glass shattered across this floor, a beautiful work of art turned deadly. It’s amazing how many people think the can do whatever they’d like here – in a world already in shards, why not crush the life left standing? Why not give a hope to the future, why destroy when we can help create? Someone out there, they clearly don’t agree – enjoyment, cruel as it may be, seems like by the priority in the world, regardless of the beautiful portrayal of angels it once was.

Somewhere in the distance, a solemn symphony rings out, its soothing cords and enchanting melody calling the lost, those with a home long gone, towards it, bringing life to all within its reaches, an untouchable piece, a song so beautiful no bird could hope to interrupt. Somewhere out there, the blue jay listens, its delicate ears raised ever so slightly in attention, as if it hopes to someday learn the ways of the melodies. Its soars through the air, climbing higher and higher below taking a steep dive down, sweeping the delicate fragrance of the flowers belong along with it. It’s beautiful, enchanting, and well, I can help but wander towards it, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it might lead me to its source, a happier place, somewhere to take me in and call my own. Maybe I’m just a dreamer, but I can’t help but try. A new life, a new world, its always worth a shot.

With a sudden jolt, I step back, struck by a distant memory of the past.

November 28th, 2293 -

“Mama,” my brother whispers, his bright blue eyes glittering with unshed tears. He’s upset, and it’s all my fault. I wanted his chocolate and so, being an impulsive small child, I took it! Of course, he wasn’t remotely pleased at that, so while I counted my chocolates at the table, he ran off to find our mother. As he would, being the tattle tale he was. At the very least, we both grew up… eventually. “Make her give me back my chocolate.”

“My chocolate,” I correct, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with having my chocolate. It was just waiting for me to take it, to claim it as its rightful owner. Why can’t he see that?

Our mother crouches down, looking me in the eyes before whispering, “Can you share some of you chocolate with your brother?”

I nod solemnly, waving him over. Despite my antics, I was a very fair child – I took my neat rows, swept half of them to the side, and handed the other half to my brother, smiling.

Now we can both be happy.

I continue to sprint toward the source of the music, rebounding from the sudden memory. A side affect of the melodies, perhaps. Or a little known after affect of The Shock, the day the world realized that, well, we were going to die. Soon. On December 31th, 2299, the world’s scientistic had come together to tell us of the end. That our world was beyond repair, despite all advancement we had made through the past few centuries – their truly was no hope for us, in the end. In the end, we would all die for our crimes against nature, while perhaps the ocean life would survive. As they should, quite honestly. After all we’ve done to them, receiving little harm in return, they deserve a planet to themselves, no matter what our egotistical selves might say. They deserve a planet filled with beautiful oceans, perhaps a solitary ocean for the aliens to someday discover. They say that somewhere out there, there is another life bearing planet, perhaps two, three, four, a hundred, a thousand, a million – somewhere out there, perhaps the atoms rearranged themselves in such a way that they too might exist in the same way we do, or perhaps a way we could never understand. As humans, we know so little about anything, when you put it in perspective, a perspective we can barely begin to comprehend.

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¡Hola! Me llamo Moonlit.
Cuando era niña, vivía en Moonlitland con mis padres y hermanos. Mi madre era muy comprensiva, y mi padre era muy gracioso. Mi hermano menor era muy ruidoso, pero jugábamos juntos mucho. Mi hermana menor era un bebé, y era muy adorable.

Era una chica muy tímida, pero curiosa. Tenía ojos cafés y pelo rubio, y era muy artística. Vivíamos en un apartamento cerca de Moonlit Sea. No era grande, pero no era pequeño. Era perfecto para mi familia. Tenía miedo de estar a oscuras.

Jugaba muchos juegos de mesa con mi familia, y iba al parque mucho con mis amigos. Me gustaba leer, pero no me gustaba hablar. A veces, mi familia y yo íbamos a la casa de nos abuelos en Michigan para pasar tiempo con ellos. Quería ser una maestro en el futuro.

Esta es una foto de Disney World.
Tenía cinco años cuando mi familia y yo íbamos a Disney World para visitar los personajes, especialmente de Mickey Mouse Club House y las películas de princesas. Estuve muy feliz en esta foto, y me encantaba Chip y Dale mucho.

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Alternate March 12th Daily (Permission Here): It’s good to build up a habit of self-reflection! Journal and reflect on your day today - was your day as spicy as starrs? As dark as lulunar eclipses? You could write about things you observed about your surroundings and yourself, events, emotions, thoughts, memories, the future, to say name just a few ideas :0 Write the same number of words as today’s daily for the same points!

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