You ever watch the sunrise and feel like it's showing off? Yeah, that's what happened when we arrived.
The sky split open in silver light, and three figures—me, Mom, and Grandma—walked out like it was nothing. To everyone else, it might've looked like some kind of miracle, but for us, it was just… Tuesday.
Earth hasn't changed much. Cities still glow at night, humans still run around chasing money, and the air still smells like mixed ramen and car smoke. But there's something new here—dungeons. Big glowing holes full of monsters and treasures. It's almost funny how this little planet keeps evolving while pretending it's normal.
Mom stretched her arms lazily beside me, her long hair glowing faintly under the moonlight still lingering in the dawn sky. "We'll stay here for a while. Blend in," she said.
"Blend in?" I scoffed. "Mom, you literally sparkle."
She smiled. "So do you, sweetie."
Yeah… she's right. My hair shimmered faintly in the reflection of a car window—silver strands with streaks of faint blue, eyes like soft moonstone. It's not my fault humans stare. If I could turn it off, I would.
Then, of course, he showed up.
"Leana Moon. You're back."
The voice came from behind—a warm tone, arrogant and golden, like sunlight talking down to you.
River Sun. The ever-annoying son of the Sun Clan. His family has followed us for ages, always claiming some sort of cosmic balance thing. In reality, they're just nosy neighbors who never learned boundaries.
He smirked, walking toward me like the ground itself obeyed him. "Didn't think the Moon would descend this soon. You missed me?"
I tilted my head, unimpressed. "Miss you? I barely noticed you existed."
Mom chuckled quietly, probably enjoying the drama. Grandma, on the other hand, stood a few steps behind us, her gaze calm yet heavy—like she could erase this entire scene if she felt bored enough.
What River didn't know—and what no one on this planet knows—is that I'm not just from the Moon Clan. I'm the Moon, the only true successor of our bloodline. Even this story itself only exists because I allow it.
If the author wrote something I didn't like? I could erase the line. If fate tried to control me? I'd rewrite it.
That's the kind of power that runs through my veins.
But honestly? I'd rather sleep.
Mom patted my head. "Come on, Leana. Let's get you registered for the academy tomorrow."
"Academy?" I blinked. "You mean the one for hunters?"
"Mm-hmm. Earth needs balance again."
Great. Monsters, dungeons, arrogant suns, and now school.
I sighed, brushing hair from my face. "Fine. But if anyone annoys me, I'm not responsible for what happens."
Grandma smiled faintly—the kind of smile that makes galaxies shiver. "You were never responsible, dear."
And just like that, the Moon family officially returned to Earth.