Walking into Luna’s room was surreal. It was only a week since I was in here when I spoke to her alone and it had changed a bit, not that it was by her choice. Her table was covered in potions and other implements. A notepad was nearby which I assume was a means of tracking Luna’s progress. As for Luna, she was laying in her bed, comatosed. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow and I hope they didn’t disrupt it too much. Her arms were laying on her blanket; one of them was covered in bandages and a very similar black mark underneath it. I knew that under the blanket she had similar marks along her side. Both of us were hit by magic that was entirely unexplored, at least in the Material plane. 