• Published 10th Feb 2013
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Lunae et Nox - not plu



I am the night. Ego sum nocte. I am the bleakness of the cold, the uncertainty of dark’s shield, all that is fear and mystery. I am enchantingly elegant. I do not belong here.

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Please, Luna. Speak. We can help if you do. Luna, please talk.
No.
Pl- you just did.
Te odeo, interfice te cochleare.
You spoke.
Stultus est sicut stultus facit.
Luna, that’s great! That’s progress. See, we can help you.
Utinam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant.
Now, Luna, if you would only speak in English...
Labra lege.
Please, Luna.
Quo usque tandem abutere patentia nostra?
Luna, I know you can speak English. Please try.
No.
Fine then, I’ll just have to- wait. It says here that-
Lege atque lacrima.
I have to move you to the... main building.
Fabriacate diem, punk.
Let’s go, Luna.
Recedite, plebes! Gero rem imperialem!
I can see this is going to be... difficult.
Ut si!
Hold still, Luna...

And darkness is with me again. Darkness leading to... light, once again. Vae. This cursed place... I can’t remember why I’m here. No. This isn’t where I usually am...
Hi!
Deus meus! I cannot even see, and the pain in my head is unbarable...
I’m your new rooooo-mate! What’s your name? I’m Scarlett!
Shh... no. The blurriness gives way to a... girl, hovering, over me.
Tace atque abi.
I don’t know what that means, sorry. She is crazy. This place is crazy. I am not crazy. I am the night, why can’t they see that?
Oh good, she’s awake. Scarlett, I see you’ve met Luna.
I sure have! She only says weird stuff, though.
Good, Scarlett. She’s speaking in another language.
Like magic?
No, not like magic. My eyes are closed with some hope of darkness. It is elusive.
Scarlett, why don’t we let Luna get some sleep? Come on, Scarlett, let’s go to the game room where you can dance!
I like to dance!
I know. Come on.
Illegitimi non carborundum.
Goodnight, Luna. Good. Night. Bonum nocte. And it shall be.

The first real sleep I have achieved, maybe because I am safe. Normality is one step closer. I am encased in the gray suspension of not asleep, not awake.
Luna! Are you up yet? It’s time for breakfast!
Puto vos esse molestissimos.
Um... okay, but we have to go.
I am up all too soon. My head pounds. I am drowning.
You okay?
Cepe indicum.
We have to goooooo. I don’t want another strike, and I’m in charge of you.
Raptus regaliter.
I’m gonna learn your magic language one day and talk to you, Luna. But we have to go. My eyes are swimming in light down the long, long hallway.
This is the cafeteria. We eat here. You scan your bracelet and the magic machine gives you food! It’s super fun! Here! I never said she could touch me, but she has me and my wrist and I’m still confused.
Okay, here’s your tray. Hold it. So much light. And now I’ll do mine.
Tuam matrem feci.
There we go, let’s sit down now! Follow me. Oh, and you have to eat all of it, or you get a strike. And trust me, you don’t want a strike because that’s bad.
I hate this light. I hate this noise. I hate it here. Odi... omnia. I am the night. Is the day born of love and the night born of hate?

Dilectione mea nihil est
Sed Tenebris et solitu
A nexu
Impossibile ad frangendum