Abigail stood outside of the restuarant where Muñyirah suggested they meet and talk. With a big nervous exhale, Abigail looked at her watch. It was six on the dot, and somehow, she knew that she had arrived before her twin.
“Here goes,” She muttered, looking around before stepping foot into the Crescent Bar and Grille.
As soon as she entered, the stares and murmurs filled the room. Some were because she was the alleged goddess of the Moon, other murmurs alluding to her being a sorceress of the Zodiac, or a clone of the true All Luna. The only thing that she could think about as she listened to all of these crazy rumors and speculations was that she thought that after all this time that she’d been in the town, the rumors would have at least died down a little. Muñyirah returning reignit
