There was nothing more Luna loved more than to watch the willow trees flurry in the wind. She was always at the tree, and infact when people seeked help from her, they knew exactly where to find her. When someone desired her help they always knew to find her under the greatest, oldest willow tree, that's leaves scurried in the wind. he leaves on the trees were turning an amber color and slowly diminishing as she wished she could somehow transform herself into one of the leaves. Luna was just about to drift off and fall asleep when a man with long butterscotch, golden hair approached and grabbed her by the throat. “Startled”, Luna kicked, scratched, bit, and punched but nothing would loosen the man's enclosure. Luna was never skilled with
