Price of magic

With the Thret to Garand gone Luna started to return to normal. The shadows she had called disappeared and luna was left standing next the Garand. However not for long. As if all the stanchion had drained from her she fell to the ground out cold. Her staff still held tightly in her hand. She was barely berthing, but she was far from dead. A shadow papered next to her placing a new weapon next to her a small danger. The knife was silver like her staff and echoed with the same crescent moon pattern. Then it dissapered.

A few minutes after the shadow dissapered luna blinked and started to come to. She sat up weekly and looked around. ”what is going on she asked her voice barely a whisper.