Be My Prisoner: Be My Prisioner, #1

By PilinyTheYounger

Long ago, the planets took on the form of humans and started wandering around.  Among these was Moon, the embodiment of Earth's moon, and her host planet, Terra, the embodiment of Earth. Moon's loyalty to Terra is undeniable. But there's also a mysterious pull between Moon and Venus, who's another planetary embodiment. As Moon searches for a way to break the curse on the planets and escape Tory, a small town where they have been trapped, she finds herself drawn to Venus in ways she can't explain. Strangely, Venus has always harbored an unhealthy obsession with Moon, but Moon can't deny the attraction she feels towards him. Perhaps the attention could be good? 

Moon is torn between her duty to Terra and her growing feelings for Venus. There really isn't a clear path. As they work together to break the curse, Moon and Venus find themselves drawn to each other more. But what about Terra? Moon feels guilty for the feelings she has for Venus and worries about hurting Terra.

Moreover, if her feelings get the better of her, it could be the end of her bond with Terra. The planets could never escape. Venus, however, is determined to pursue his feelings for Moon despite the complications it may cause. Or will definitely cause. 

As the fog surrounding Tory becomes thicker and time runs out, a choice must be made - will she choose Terra or Venus? Loyalty or love?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: PilinyTheYounger
• Release date: Jun 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227284396

PilinyTheYounger

PilinyTheYounger has been writing for 5 years, but she was such an idiot she simply never worked up the courage to publish anything until the fifth year. So she's payign for it now by releasing a lot of books. Wish her luck!

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CP (Cliffside Prisoners)

PilinyTheYounger / Mercury -AND- Spring (editor)

Moon was, quite literally, a moon. She went by Merra.

Or wait. That’s too soon. Rewind a bit.

Moon also had curly, short black hair that formed a dense, almost impenetrable helmet-like shape around her head, her amber eyes had flecks of gold in them that shimmered like small suns when rays of light landed on them, and she had pale skin that made her seem like a ghost, or more accurately, a figure that disappeared with the morning mist. Anyway, she always felt like she was a ghost to the person to whom it mattered the most, which in other words was Earth, aka Terra. The person she revolved around, quite literally.

Moon’s cottage was small and dusty, and most of all, cramped. Things were thrown in a hopeless jumble all over the place, sort of like a dumpster, but the medieval version because this was the 1500s. She tripped over the said things a lot, which, since the said things were magical, usually caused utter disaster.

Uh. You’re probably a bit confused right now. But basically, all the planets took human form a few years ago (yes, a recent event) and came down to Earth. I don't know why they chose Earth, especially because it's even more awkward for Earth herself. But anyway. Moon was currently tying the lace on her boot with the skill and precision of an eight-year-old. She fumbled over the laces, and then stepped on them by accident, untying them and going sprawling on the floor.

Well. At least she didn’t knock anything over. Can’t say the same for some other times. Moon scrambled up, dusted off her knees, and stared at her shoes for a minute before she sighed.

What a useless moon. She couldn’t do anything herself. Moon sighed, snapped her fingers, and instantly a surge of water came somewhere out of the messy house and swirled around her. It was so fast that Moon had given up on trying to track the endlessly splitting waves a long time ago. Now, she just held a finger out, letting a few drops branch off into her index finger, and said,

Tie my shoes, please.

The water instantly billowed around her once more, a few drops sprinkling into her hair, and then, in a woosh, before anything more could be said, her shoes were neatly tied in a double bow, and the water arrogantly collapsed into a wet puddle that soaked into the floor. Moon rolled her eyes. How dramatic water spirits were.

Whatever. Just make sure you don't leave any watermarks - they're unsightly - and do the dishes by the time I get home.

Then, Moon meandered her way around more trinkets - a shoebox filled with gems from Neptune, an old golden harp that had three missing strings, a coat hanger with lengths of ribbon dangling off it, and more than a few old weeds that had sprung up with the constant presence of water. Moon had never tried to weed them out, especially since the weeds occasionally turned out to be wildflowers, which, at that point, was not a weed but rather something worthy of a bouquet. Moon finally turned her hand around the brass doorknob and yanked it open with a jerk, grabbing her knapsack, which hung from a particularly sturdy vine on the roof and closed the door.

THE COLD AIR WAS SCREAMING in Moon’s eyes, but this was one of the days that she felt lucky for the helmet of thick curls that protected the rest of her head. Nearly every day was one of those days, now that she thought about it - the place the planets had chosen to settle, Tory, was always sort of gloomy and mysterious. Of course, this was all the better, since it was easier to cover things up whenever a few, uhm, ‘accidents’ happened. Which was quite often, Moon noted, since someone (chough, water spirits, chough) had quite an attitude. Besides, to her, the fog had a sort of unspeakable comfort, even though it was cold, there was some sort of wonder in the haze that seemed to be drifting around morning, day, and night. As if you could get lost in it and never come back.

It always made Moon feel like she wasn’t helplessly trapped in Tory. In reality, she was.

Because long ago, or 3 years ago, to be exact, the planets had been sealed here. She could not leave the magical barrier unless Terra was with her.

Okay, no, wait, rewind yet again. Little was known about the curse, but it referred to the cliffs and sea that surrounded Tory - the barrier could not be crossed unless the host - the planet that was connected to another planet - was with Moon - and in this case, the Host was a girl named Terra, about her age. Terra was the embodiment of Earth, like how Moon herself was the embodiment of Earth’s Moon. She could not leave the barrier unless Terra was with her. Only limited amounts of magic could be used inside the barrier. And there was a second problem.

Terra did not remember anything, not a single flash or dream, about the planets, their powers, or their curse. Maybe it was a side effect of walking on yourself as an embodiment of yourself. Uh. I wouldn’t know.

But Moon had never even talked to her.

THE EXCUSE SHE MADE to the water spirits was that she was an introvert, and thus would not speak unless spoken to. Ironic since they were ‘connected’. And so, Moon had no hopes of leaving, especially since she was quite sure that no one would ever like her enough to go off into any part of the world with her. She was quite average if the limited-time magical powers were scratched off the list. She was extremely average.

Moon sighed, her breath fogging against the wind.

Trapped.

Useless.

Immoblie.

She was caged in this cute, foggy little village, with a parade of annoying water spirits. Oh how great it was to be a planet. Moon walked down the dusty trail, which led to the village square. The only jobs of a commoner like her were to make enough food to survive and pay taxes. The first was covered since she simply told the water spirits to grow a bit of food outside, and the second was covered because she had so much gold, silk, and gems simply lying around in her junkyard house that there was no question of paying a few measly taxes.

So her only hope was Terra.

Hmmm. Moon hummed a cheery tune as she slowly waltzed down the grassy path. This part of the woods, where she lived, was far isolated from the main village, as were the homes of the other goods. They were all scattered equally far from the village and each other. Most of the darn planets were never inside their homes anyway - even if they were all trapped inside the fricking barrier, they still had plenty of work to uphold their planets. Moon, for instance, ran the tides, rain systems, lunar eclipses, and magnetic fields. Work indeed. But today she had another type of work. Talk to Terra. Maybe make a decent introduction. I don't know.

Moon took a deep breath, checked her outfit - an old, wash-worn, threadbare red dress - for wrinkles, and then adjusted the straps of her backpack, and dashed down the trail, kicking up dust on her way down the rocky slopes.

MOON LIKED THE VILLAGE with a burning passion. It was a nice place to be. All the people bustling around her, in contrast to the silent calm of nature or undying bickering of water spirits, was a welcome change. Very welcome indeed. If she had the choice or could survive without them, Moon would have flushed all the water spirits down a toilet long ago. Her dress, a strapless lace-lined red dress, which was quite fashionable but had grown into a worn, matte red through too many washes, paired with leather boots, also made her blend in with the crowd, as it was an average outfit. Now she needed to find her dear Terra. Moon was quite sure she could find her host planet even in a million people - a mere 60 or so was nothing.

On cue, she spied a flash of green hair from the edge of her eye.

Bingo.

Moon took another deep breath, trying to calm her heart as it immediately started hammering in her chest, and took off down the path, yelling multiple shaky ‘excuse me’s as she advanced at a turtle’s pace through the crowd.

Today was the first and last day Terra would likely be out of her cottage - because she had run away. Moon didn’t know when the next opening would be - and three years of this darn planet was enough, thank you. In other words, today was also her only chance to snag a decent hook on Terra, enough to share names and faces at least.

Finally, Moon turned an alley, and her eyes immediately landed on Terra.

Huh.

A bit different than Moon imagined her glorious host planet.

TERRA HAD LONG, STRAIGHT dark sage locks that flowed down her head in an elegant waterfall curve, finally ending in the middle of her back. Hazel-brown eyes, which had a faint glow to them, were one of the ways to find a planet in human form. She was sitting in a grubby alleyway, in grubby black clothes that made her blend in with the background, and curled up into herself. As Moon landed her eyes were on the said host planet,