Be My Prisoner
Long ago, the planets took on the form of humans and started wandering around. Among these was Moon, the embodiment of Earth's moon, and her host planet, Terra, the embodiment of Earth. Moon's loyalty to Terra is undeniable. But there's also a mysterious pull between Moon and Venus, who’s another planetary embodiment. As Moon searches for a way to break the curse on the planets and escape Tory, a small town where they have been trapped, she finds herself drawn to Venus in ways she can't explain. Strangely, Venus has always harbored an unhealthy obsession with Moon, but Moon can't deny the attraction she feels towards him. Perhaps the attention could be good? Moon is torn between her duty to Terra and her growing feelings for Venus. There really isn’t a clean path. As they work together to break the curse, Moon and Venus find themselves drawn to each other more. But what about Terra? Moon feels guilty for the feelings she has for Venus and worries about hurting Terra. Moreover, if her feelings get the better of her, it could be the end for her bond with Terra. The planets could never escape. Venus, however, is determined to pursue his feelings for Moon despite the complications it may cause. Or will definitely cause. As the fog surrounding Tory becomes thicker and time runs out, a choice must be made - will she choose Terra or Venus? Loyalty or love? *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* *Uhh it's one chapter a day* - EVERY WEEKDAY (Bc I dont type on weekends) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw My name at the top got cut out coz it was too big wahhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Moon wasn't very sure how she could explain things. It seemed odd to start from the very beginning - especially since Terra would undoubtedly hate her. And then there was another problem - Venus. For some reason, he had been living with her in her cluttered ramshackle cottage ever since they had tied Terra up. Moon hated to admit that she didn't dislike it - quite the opposite in fact, and over the last day she had grown used to his presence.
It was really weird.
Currently, Moon was drinking a mug of tea that had been stepped almost just the way she liked it by Venus. And wondering how she could explain things to Terra, who was strapped to a chair in front of her.
Then, slowly, the girl blinked awake, and Moon quickly undid her ropes before she fully came awake. The girl then looked up at Moon with her hazel eyes, and Moon quickly covered her face with the mug and the steam rising off of it.
"Hello, Terra. Have a good sleep?" Moon said, and Terra drowsily shook her head.
"I didn't…"
"Well, that's a shame. You did look peaceful. Anyhoo. I think I have some things to explain." Moon said idly. The more unfazed she sounded, the better. "Oh! and by the way. I won't be repeating myself." she added, taking a liberal mouthful of her peach tea.
Terra slowly nodded.
"Hmm. Well, let's start with the most obvious part. You have powers that mortals would not usually be given. That's because you are not moral." Terra opened her mouth to speak and then shut it again. "Long ago, the planets were put over a curse. We descended... unfortunately. We've been trapped in this town ever since. You are one of us." Moon continued. "Your name is Earth - I don't know what happened, but somehow, you forgot everything. I am your moon - the reason everyone else calls me Merra is the fact that there are moons for other planets as well. It's still my middle name, though."
She paused to blow on the surface of the tea, sending ripples scattering to the edge of the ceramic mug.
"I'm sorry I had to be so secretive. I wouldn't have said anything if it was possible, but you have to understand that the other planets aren't quite so calm. If they find out you don't have complete control over yourself… there could be the wrong consequences. For both you and me." Moon ended.
Terra was staring at her.
"I'm sure it's a lot to take in. It'll explain some things though. Think about it, hm?" Moon said, setting her mug on the table with a dull clack and getting up.