I started a fanfiction at fanfiction.net on - you guessed it - The Lunar Chronicles! (actually maybe you didn't guess it because I only have like 1 post)
You can read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11972183/1/
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Chapter 1
[I do not own The Lunar Chronicles, credits to Marissa Meyer for her awesome series :) It might take a while to update my stories but I will. KAINDER FOREVER!]
Midnight tomorrow, RM-17. Bring no one.
Cinder groaned as red text scrolled across her vision. She blinked away the notification and shook her head. She had been receiving that comm for three weeks. But being the Queen of Luna, she didn't have time to block the sender.
She turned back to her paperwork. Starlight flooded through the windows, illuminating the black ink. She rested her chin on her metal hand. The time on her portscreen blinked up at her - 2:36 AM. She knew she should be getting some sleep.
Sighing, Cinder shoved the papers to the side. Her desk was as disorganized as her booth had been when she was a mechanic in New Beijing. Papers and notepads were stashed in piles, pens spread across the wooden desktop. Paperclips were littered, unused, below the heaps of paper. A portscreen and a few wires lay tangled at the corner of her desk. She made a mental note to organize the mess when she had time.
Cinder switched off the holographic lamp and the light faded. She rolled her chair to the bed and crumpled on the velvet sheets. Her heavy eyelids closed immediately. She couldn't remember the last time she had a full night's sleep.
Suddenly, a message appeared again. Cinder began to clear the text from her vision, grumbling in annoyance. But her eyes caught two words -
...your father...
Cinder gasped. Her eyes snapped open and she lay, staring at the ceiling.
Queen Channary was famous for her many affairs. No one knew who her father was.
She brought the comm back into her vision.
I am a regolith miner in RM-17, and I am your father. Eighteen years ago, your mother, Queen Channary, began visiting me in my sector. That is where she caught the cough that killed her. I am your father, and I want to see my daughter with my own eyes. Please.
Cinder frowned. She couldn't help feeling that there was something strange about this, even though she had lifted the ban on portscreens, cameras, and other picture-taking electronics when she rose to the throne, and passed new laws to ensure that Lunars in the outer sectors had enough money to provide for their own needs. Some even had surplus income, allowing them to buy electronics and clothing and whatever else they desired.
Cinder ushered the comm away and closed her eyes. She really needed sleep. She could probably count the amount of hours she had slept during the past week on no more than two hands. She knew that dissolving the Lunar monarchy into a republic was no easy task, and she needed as much energy as she could get.
And then, the comm popped up again.
Midnight tomorrow, RM-17. Bring no one.
Cinder turned off her net interface, growing annoyed at the comms. She shut her synthetic eyes and fell asleep.
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Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for the next chapter!
Happy fangirling,
Lιℓαc
