MoonStarMoon's Otherworld

Chapter 1: Waking Up in Another World for the First Time MoonStarMoon awoke to hunger. The first sensation was cold. Not the chill of air conditioning in a hospital, nor the cold seeping through a window on a winter night, but an icy cold that clung to her skin and slowly burrowed deep into her bones. Her fingers twitched slightly, her palm brushing against a rough fabric. Wood. Beneath her was a wooden plank bed, covered only by a thin layer of dry grass and old cloth. Her nose caught a faint scent of wood, mingled with ash, earth, and the aroma of some unfamiliar herb. MoonStarMoon opened her eyes. Darkness greeted her. The ceiling was made of spliced wooden planks, with a few slivers of early morning light filtering through the gaps. An unlit oil lamp hung on the wall, and next to it, a short sword with a chipped hilt. This was not her room. She suddenly sat up, but the swift movement made her dizzy, and she toppled to the side. "Ugh..." MoonStarMoon braced herself against the bed board, managing to steady herself. The next moment, memories that were not her own flooded her mind like a bursting dam. Whitestone Town. Grayrock Forest. Silvermoon Calendar, Year 327. White Cat Tribe. Orphan. Twelve years old. And another name—MoonStarMoon. She raised her hands, staring blankly at the small, delicate hands. Her wrists were slender, her fingers a joint shorter than she remembered. Her twenty-year-old body was gone, replaced by that of an undeveloped girl. MoonStarMoon subconsciously reached for the top of her head. Her fingertips touched