. "Natalia?"

Natalia's lashes fluttered as the ten year old version of her turned, the flowers in her hand and some place in her hair.

The village was quiet and peaceful, with everyone living to the fullest. Probably except Natalia, who felt a little caged, and had to listen to her mother rant on about someone who would find her.

She trudged carefully to her mother, and the woman extended her hand. She held it and her mother pulled her closer, then removed her hair from the nail of her neck. She let her fingers trail on the moon sign, and a smile of satisfaction spread her lips.

"The sign...