*Isla*
“Go back, Isla,” the Moon Goddess says to me. “Go back.”
“But I want to come with you,” I argue as I continue to float toward her.
She shakes her golden curls and says, “It’s not time yet. I brought you here only to remind you of two things, dear child. One, you are loved, and two… it is time that you remembered who you are.”
I stare at her in confusion. My mind is foggy anyway. I can’t remember how I came to be here, floating through the sky with her, and I can’t remember where I’m meant to be.
So how am I supposed to remember who I am?
But she doesn’t give me a chance to ask that question. She just says the same words to me again. “Go back, Isla. Go back.”
I open my mouth to attempt another protest. The sky is full of stars—I am floating on air! It’s all so perfect, and in
