Chapter 10
The Lunar Pull
The Spooky Moon's power is palpable, draining color and joy from the village. Amy feels its oppressive weight, threatening to crush her resolve.
The Spooky Moon hung in the sky like a bruised plum, its sickly yellow glow seeping into everything. It wasn't a cheerful moon, not like the ones that winked and shimmered, encouraging fireflies to dance. This moon was a bully, a cosmic grump determined to suck all the fun out of existence. And it was working. The normally vibrant colors of Meadowbrook Village seemed to be fading, like a photograph left too long in the sun. Mrs. Higgins’ prize-winning petunias, usually a riot of pink and purple, looked pale and washed out. Even the cheerful red awnings of the bakery were starting to look a little… beige.
I felt it too, a heavy blanket of gloom settling over me. It was like trying to cast a spell with sticky fingers, every ounce of my magic feeling sluggish and dull. My usual spark, the fizzy, effervescent feeling that accompanied a good glitter spell, was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was just… ugh.
"This is all my fault," I muttered, kicking at a loose pebble on the path. Baby Blue Bears, usually a blur of yapping excitement, trotted beside me, his little tail tucked low. Russo Baby Bears, typically a furry tornado of enthusiastic sniffing, was walking with an uncharacteristic solemnity. They were usually the first to bounce off the walls when I even thought about pulling out my wand, but today, they just looked… subdued. Like they’d eaten too many sour grapes.
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