I open my eyes and see Nico, Lance, and Nick standing around me. Lance by my head, Nick at my feet and Nico holding the blindfold and smiling at me, his eyes sparkling like the blue of the ocean. I gasp and my eyes widen and flick between the three of them.

“Hello Luna, nice to see you again,” Lance says his eyes gleaming wickedly. I glare, and frown at the three of them not understanding what they were saying.

“Shut it, Lance! Nick, get her some water,” Nico says his eyes on me. Lance huffs and leans back on the wall, glaring at Nico. Nick arrives at my head and places a water bottle to my lips softly. I sniff it before taking a small sip of the water. I grimace at the taste of warm water but I take another small sip. I watch the other two from the corner of my eye as they lean together whispering, and Nick tilts the bottle a little more signaling that he wants me to drink more of the water, so I do. After a few minutes Nico turns back to me and grins.

“It has been decided, We will wake the Prinsesa” Lance says to Nick, who gives me the last sip of the water before he stands, turning as he does so, to nod his agreement. Nico walks towards me and sits on the bed before lifting a small golden moon charm from my chest. He looks into my eyes, pulling the collar of my shirt out and drops the charm into my shirt, the cold metal charm landing just below my collarbone.

“It’s time to awaken your highness. I told you I would find you princesa, and now I have…” I watch Nico and lose myself in the ocean of his eyes and just as I lose my connection to the world and a painful spasm runs through me and I black out again and subconsciously noticing something off…

(Nico)

I watch as the first, of three, spasm of awaking rips through her and she blacks out and I gently unbind her hands and lay her on her back, her pale white arms lying at her sides. I look at Nick, who braids her long hair into a crown, just like how she wore it when she was ten years of age. I grin as her white and black wings sprout from the back and fold under her arms.

“Lance bring the chairs over here and let us wait ‘till she awakens in the hands of the Fallen Wing for the first time, in hundreds of lifetimes.” I continue to sit on the bed and wonder if there was a way to remove the purple from her jet-black hair. Lance drops my chair at the head of the bed and I move to it continuing to watch her. She is a very pretty, but sadly, mortal and soon we must transfer her soul into a angel’s body or her powers will rip her host apart, from the inside. I shift and put a wing on either side of the chair.

“Second spasm in 5...4...3...2...1...now,” Nick says, and the second spasm hits her. Her features sharpen becoming less rounded, or should I say childlike, and her body fills out: wider hips, a full chest, and leaner, yet strongly built, arms and legs, she looses a few pounds of fat replacing it with muscle.

“Third and final spasm in 8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...now,” Nick says backing up and she sits up gasping, her memories and powers returned to her. I grin for I had finally achieved my dream, after only four of her mortal lifetimes. Her power flows from her and she cries out in pain from their return….