#wickedorchids

This was bar none the strangest assignment Amber had ever been sent on. Yes, Rangers were intended to be able to travel. Yes, that included internationally. Still, they were usually prepped on where the Union sent them. Part of passing into a higher rank required learning about the different regions of the world.

No one—no one—had told her there was an island stuck in the sengoku period. She was friends with people at rank ten! They would have told her about the sengoku island!

According to the files passed on along with her new assignment, one of the kingdoms (yes, kingdoms) was in need of help rebuilding. The bigwig in charge of the region had visited one of the places Amber knew about, and during that visit had learned of the Ranger Union.

Poké Balls hadn’t been introduced there yet, because they were stuck in the sengoku period, and the Capture Stylers appeared to have made a good impression.

Naturally. They were the best.

As though she cared what they wished.

Humans who shunned her children. Who forced her loves so far into hiding she had been forced to create a new home so they might live in peace. All the humans deserved was an end.

Unfortunately, Lunala had less control over that than the humans themselves. So she was forced to listen when her home shone bright in the sky. To the pitiful whinings of her lessers.

Sometimes, though, sometimes those prayers spoke of revenge. Of grief and hatred that turned one human on another. On every other human. Those tempted her to answer. A word here, a caress there. Of course she understood. None in the world understood the sting of betrayal better.

Each nudge and whisper a hook in the poor fool that drew her attention.

“Darling,” she crooned, her voice and touch dripping sweet sympathy. “Tell me what they did to you.”