Chapter six.

A new face.

They soon met up with Amber and Andrew in a small bar in the centre of the town. Andrew was sitting quietly at the table reading the menu, and Amber was arguing with the bartender.
"Look, are the older not weak and the young strong?"
"Yes… bu-"
"But what.. exactly you have no argument. So therefore I should be able to order your finest rum! I am a paying customer and you are using far too much of MY time! Give me a jug of it NOW!"
The bartender glanced helplessly at the waiter. The waiter looked appalled at Amber's audacity, but shrugged helplessly. The bartender handed her the biggest jar of rum Luna had ever seen someone hold let alone drink. Amber smiled victoriously and took the jug without a 'thanks'. The other customers glared at Amber as if she were the dirtiest being in the world, sharing the waiter's incentive. She sat down as if nothing had happened. Andrew glared at her, not impressed with her minor victory. Without a word he stood up, snatched the rum jug and tipped it onto the floor. Amber looked as if she had been stabbed. Jacob gapped openly. Luna attempted to leave the room, but everyone glared at her. Andrew gulped and Luna could tell he was thinking about his death wish.
"You will wish you were dead", Amber replied eerily calmly.

After an awkward walk around town, Luna felt defeated. She was tried, agitated and above all concerned. She was in a town nowhere near her home and whilst the sun shone brightly she had little idea of where to go from here. She decided to call it a day and rest till the morrow. They walked around until they found a nearby clearing. The clearing looked as if it was drawn out of the end of a fairytale, the bit where nothing matters, everything is calm and peaceful. The perfect word to describe the clearing was 'tranquil'. They found...