Ryan

I sat in my office, the Luna Trial Council gathered around me. Two men and two women, all discussing the agenda for my 21st birthday. One of the men, a real talker, droned on about the party.

"The festivities will be in full swing when you make your entrance, Ryan," he said, flipping through some papers. "You'll announce the Luna trials, then we'll have a BBQ, and later, fireworks."

I nodded, pleased with their plans. I stood up, thinking the meeting was over. ...