Prologue - The Tragedy

In the heart of the fantastical supercontinent of Pangea Ultima, where magic intertwined with the fabric of reality, there existed a village on the edge of the mysterious Mystwood Forest. It was here that the tale of Red and Blue, two inseparable siblings, began.

Aged seven, Red, with medium-length red hair, and Blue, adorned with long blue hair. Red clutches a pouch featuring a crochet crescent moon, while Blue wears a hat with a moon crochet, both lovingly crafted by their caring mother.

Their abode rested on the outskirts of the village, a quaint dwelling near the mystical Mystwood Forest. The siblings, bound by an unbreakable bond, lived a carefree existence, their days filled with laughter and exploration.

One cloudy afternoon, their mother, a warm and caring soul, called them near. "Red, Blue, my little moonbeams, could you do something for Mommy?" she asked, a gentle smile gracing her face.

"Of course, Mommy!" Red chirped, their eyes shining with eagerness.

"I need you to go to Miss Yura's in the village and get some bread for dinner. Can you do that for me?" their mother continued, her voice a soothing melody.

"Bread? Sure, Mommy!" Blue responded, excitement bubbling within them. The prospect of a little adventure filled their hearts with joy.

"Don't forget your hats, my little moon children, and be back before the moon rises, okay?" their mother reminded them, kneeling down to adjust Blue's hat and pat Red's head. The siblings, now adorned with their moon-emblazoned hats, set off on their quest for bread.

Hand in hand, they skipped through the village, the narrow cobblestone streets echoing with the sound of their laughter. "Red, do you think Miss Yura will give us extra sweets today?" Blue wondered, their eyes filled with hope.

"Maybe! And we can share them when we get back!" Red replied, a mischievous glint in their eyes. The duo, with the warmth of their mother's love surrounding them, approached Miss Yura's quaint bakery.

"Hello, Miss Yura!" Red greeted, their voices harmonizing in innocence.

Miss Yura, a kind elderly woman with flour-dusted hands, looked down at the duo with a fond smile. "Ah, Red and Blue! What brings you here today?"

"Mommy asked us to get some bread for dinner," Blue explained, the responsibility making them feel grown-up.

Miss Yura chuckled, handing them a freshly baked loaf. "Here you go, dears. Tell your mother I said hello."

"Thank you, Miss Yura!" Red exclaimed, their hands cradling the warm bread. With their mission accomplished, they headed back home, their hearts light and carefree.

As they strolled through the village, however, raindrops began to fall. The sky, once cloudy, now wept with gentle tears. Unbeknownst to the children, their mother stood by the window, a sense of worry clouding her gaze.

"Please be safe, my darlings," she whispered, a silent prayer to the heavens.

The rhythmic pitter-patter of rain accompanied Red and Blue as they traversed the cobblestone streets, the warm loaf of bread held protectively between them. Their laughter echoed against the village walls, a symphony of innocence in the midst of the rain's gentle dance.

As the children approached their haven, the cozy warmth of home seemed to beckon them forward. Anticipation for a joyous reunion filled their hearts.

Back home, a knock echoed against the door.

With hope in her eyes, their mother hastened to open the door, thinking it was Red and Blue returning. To her surprise, a dark figure stood before her, having long straight hair adorned with large golden spikes. A curved blade gleamed ominously in his hand, and a sinister smile twisted his lips.

"Long time no see," he hissed, the words slithering through the air like a venomous serpent.

The rain-soaked children, oblivious to the unfolding darkness, conversed about the state of the bread. "I hope Mom doesn't get mad if the bread is a bit wet," Blue fretted.

"We can just heat it up until the water goes away," Red reassured, their youthful optimism a shield against the brewing storm.

However, fate had other plans. Right at the precipice of their doorstep, as they engaged in innocent banter, they witnessed the mysterious figure, battered and bloody, almost clinging to life.

"Who are you?!" Red exclaimed, brandishing a piece of bread as an impromptu weapon. The figure, despite his dire state, attempted a desperate spell with his left arm, only for it to explode in a mixture of flesh, bones, and bits of magical energy.

"Damn that bitch and her spells!" he cursed through gritted teeth, clutching his maimed arm. In a swift motion, he produced an artifact resembling a crescent moon and snapped it in half, unleashing a blinding light that engulfed him before he vanished into the unknown.

The only trace he left behind was the broken artifact, now lying on the rain-soaked ground. Bewildered, Red and Blue exchanged a glance filled with confusion and fear.

"What the hell just happened?" Blue uttered, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Panic seized them, and they rushed inside, their voices blending in a desperate cry for their mother.

The scene that awaited them was one of profound tragedy. Their mother, once the beacon of warmth in their lives, lay lifeless on the floor, a silent witness to the sinister events that unfolded in her absence.

"MOM!" they shouted, their cries echoing through the empty house, the rain outside mirroring the tears that welled in their eyes. The once vibrant home was now shrouded in sorrow, the laughter silenced by the cruel hand of destiny.

Fast forward eight years, and the scars of that fateful night still lingered. Red and Blue, now 15, had matured beyond their years. The carefree laughter had been replaced by a steely resolve as they navigated the Mystwood Forest outskirts, their once-innocent eyes hardened by the shadows of tragedy.

As scavengers for the village, they sought rare materials, their every step a testament to the resilience born from the ashes of their past. Basic combat skills, honed through necessity, were now their shield against the minor monsters lurking at the edge of the Mystwood Forest. The moon, a constant reminder of their mother's love, cast its silver glow on the scars that adorned their souls, as the tale of "Secrets of the Moon" continued to unfold in the darkened corners of their haunted lives.