Nina
“We’re home,” Enzo said, looking at his hands first and then up at the sky with puzzlement drawn across his face.
I looked around with the same amount of confusion at the forest around us. It was dark out, and the waning moon gave us enough light to see. I recognized this forest clearing well; it was the exact clearing that we left from last time. In the distance, thanks to the leaves having mostly fallen off of the trees by this point, I could see the flat surface of the athletic field and the rough outline of the hockey arena after that. How did this happen, though? How did we get here?
Neither of us had any physical injuries. The pain that the Luna inflicted on us felt distant, like it had happened ages ago. I still couldn’t believe that I was even alive, and I even pinched myse
