Part One Mooncrossing Chapter One The Magic Silver pushed up her red glasses closer to her blue eyes. She had a book that she loved, a pair of glasses she loved, a bag that she loved, and an orphanage that she hated. What more could one possibly want? All Silver, the gray tabby cat in a blue short sleeve shirt and black shorts sitting on an uncomfortable bed, wanted was her family. Heavy footsteps echoed through the miserable orphanage. That’s gotta be Rufus, Silver thought. Rufus Clawfeather had scraggly black fur, and amber eyes. He used to be in the Crowtalon Army, and still dressed the part, except for his badge, which he did not have. The door creaked open. “Hey orphan,” he croaked, “three guards from Castle Nightburst came here wanting to see ya. They said come out now or I’ll be fired, an’ I need this job.” Silver sighed. She put her book ''Humans- Monster or Myth?'' (A gift from her sister, who was taken by guards when Silver was little.) in her bag and headed out the door and into the moldy hallway. Silver was relieved when she walked out the door of the orphanage for the first time she could remember. But that relief did not last long. “Ah, finally, she’s out, ya ancient sack of bones,” said a strong-looking ginger tabby in a guard uniform to Rufus. The two other guards, a gray cat and a white cat, grinned meanly and nodded. Silver officially didn’t like these cats. “I was in the Army, ya good-for-nothing guards!” Rufus shouted. Silver decided she didn’t want Rufus to be killed. “How about I go willingly as long as you don’t kill me or Rufus?” she asked. “Fine,” the tabby said boredly. “It’s not like I wanted him to yell at us so I can practice. I need to be ready for the king, you know. Mooncrossers get sooooo angry.” “Alright, in you go!” The gray guard blindfolded Silver and tossed her into something. Silver sat up as the sound of ponies’ hooves and wooden wheels on the stone road filled her ears. This must be a wagon, Silver thought. She drummed her fingers on the floor for a moment. (It sounded like a wood floor.) Who even uses wagons anymore?We aren’t in the time of Gold fever! Why don’t they just ride ponies like everyone else? Silver drummed her fingers on the floor again. Well, I guess they don’t have a whole bunch of storage space on ponies. “Comfy back there?” asked the ginger tabby’s voice. Silver did not answer. “Terrible. Because we’re here, at the testing facility.”Already? I thought the orphanage was the only building for miles! Silver thought. Waaaaaait. Testing facility? The wagon stopped, and Silver felt around for a moment and hopped out. She took off her blindfold and fixed her red glasses on her face. They were a gift from her mother, who was taken by guards years ago. She fixed her bag. It was a gift from her dad, who was also taken by guards. Silver was outside a tiny stone building surrounded by guards with swords in their paws. The guards that took Silver came up behind her and poked her with their swords, towards the door. The door creaked open. The room inside was very dark. The guards poked her in and slammed the door shut. Something dropped down on Silver’s head. It felt like a helmet. “Make a ball of light,” whispered a voice in her ear. Suddenly, as if by magic, and without Silver trying, a ball of blue light surrounded Silver’s paw, lighting up the room with dim blue light. What?! Silver thought. Suddenly, a guard came in with a sword and started swinging it toward Silver. Time seemed to slow down as the room began to glow with blue light for some reason. The sword glowed with purple light, then suddenly, it was frozen in ice. Then, it exploded, along with the guard. Suddenly, the room had no blue light, and it was completely dark. What was that?! Silver thought. She took the helmet thing off. A chill filled the air.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. Cover made with Canva. Cover design Adelle Rix. Copyright Thursday, November 11, 2021 Adelle Rix. Special thanks to my editors, (Personal), (Personal), (Personal), and (My Name) Praise for Mooncrossing (all of them) “A captive and breathtaking story of magic and revenge." - Violet Zimmerman, author of Abstraction “A beautiful novel filled with magic and friendship.” Avery Tate, Author of Shadowed “Two paws up!” - (My name), Author of The Lost Warrior, Author of Mimic, Editor of Beginnings & Ends Disclaimer Mooncrossers are anthropomorphic cats with opposable thumbs. They can wear normal clothing.