All the Mooners.

Use of Traditional English is present in this chapter. Enjoy 😊.

It's night in the blue moon

The sky rumbled as thunder showcased its power among the clouds. Everywhere was dark, the only source of light being the half blue moon that hung in the sky. All the potentials of the blue moon stood on a verandah, their eyes fixed on the tumultuous heavens.

"Things aren't going well," said Lewis, one of the potentials, his voice heavy with concern. He rested his hand on the iron railing that encircled the verandah, situated atop a towering mansion. The scene was ominous, the storm a mirror to the unrest brewing among them.

"Indeed, this bodes ill. Lord Lucky's absence only exacerbates the situation. If we fail to perform the ritual of the Half Blue Moon now, I fear the full moon shall bring untold terror," added Lucille, pinching his glabella in frustration.

"We find ourselves at a loss," said Louise, a woman of the group. "Lord Lucky persists in his refusal to return. We have exhausted every effort, yet his answer remains steadfastly 'No'."

"There is no need to fret," Lennox interjected, gazing at the moon. "Master Leander is due to arrive today. I am confident he will manage the situation."

"Let us hope so, for we must hasten our efforts. I am certain the Black Dragons are plotting something significant," Lewis remarked.

As they continued their discussions and offered various suggestions, a thick, old voice echoed behind them. Without turning, they all instantly recognized who it was.

"Wot's goin' on 'ere, why are ya all actin' depressed?" Master Leander's voice resonated through the room, instantly lifting the somber mood. The group turned back, their faces lighting up with smiles as they bowed respectfully to him.

A tall, elderly gentleman with snow-white shoulder-length hair stood behind them, his hand casually resting at his back. He wore a flowing white gown adorned with a blue clothed belt cinched around his torso.

His aura exuded a sense of calmness and vitality as he stood there, his garments billowing gently in the breeze. His piercing blue eyes gleamed with a radiant light, visible even in the dimness of the room, lending him an aura of wisdom and power.

Stepping forward, he asked

"Wot's causin' all the arguments?" Master Leander inquired, his presence commanding attention as he entered the room.

"Welcome, Master. It's been a long time," Lewis greeted respectfully, followed by a similar greeting from Louise.

"Yes, Master, welcome back. Yer absence was quite noticable," Louise added.

"Master, we ain't arguin', just discussin' a matter," Lennox clarified.

"Is it still 'bout Damon?" Master Leander asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

"Yes, Master, and ye know the rest of the Mooners won't come if Lord Lucky ain't around," Lewis clarified.

"So is that why ye lot are 'ere whimperin' like a lost cat?" Leander questioned, his tone firm, prompting them all to bow down.

"No, sir, we were just sharin' ideas," Lewis defended, hoping to appease Master Leander.

"Better. Now send our disciples to go summon all the Mooners that in the next one month they should all be here for the ritual. Tell 'em it was said by me, and if they refuse, they all know the consequences. And as for Lucky, leave 'im to me," he ordered.

"Sure, Master," they all said in unison.

"Now, I want you all dismissed," he commanded, and in a blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

Walking close to the iron bar, he stood just 2 inches away from it and looked up at the moon.

"All will be fine," he said to himself, and after that, he disappeared.