The Truth Is...

Now while Rose and Bohoj were trying to gather up what they needed to try and call Granny Flare again on that silly machine called a teli-pone, Ellie (short for E'luminosity which she was called only when someone was very exasperated or frustrated with her), had been running around the labyrinth of rooms of the Great Hall trying to find someone that believed her.

"Yes, I did hear something," Ellie repeated for the 100th million time.  "Why won't the Elders take me seriously?" she thought to herself.  "Yes, it was a faint sound but I clearly heard it," she told another Council member of the Moonies.  It seemed to her that the Elders of the The Luminary Council were more thrown by this new Realm showing up than the fact that Ellie heard a cry for help there.

She couldn't understand why they kept putting her into this box of labels.  So what if she was a little green being new to the inner working of the Moonies and part of the new attendees called the Waxings.  Anyone new to the The Luminary Council always began at the Waxing level, but that didn't mean that because she was here to learn and grow that she should be overlooked.  Not even listened too!   

​Ellie knew she was unique and one-of-a-kind for her mother had said this often to her before sending her to the Moonies.  Ellie, remembering her mother's last words before closing the door to the school's carriage, "Believe in yourself, Ellie.  Don't let people contain you in their tiny box of beliefs of what they think you are.  You are a star.  Shine and let the others see your light."  With that Ellie's mother blew her a kiss and sent her on her new path.

With these words to warm Ellie's heart and give her strength, she reminded herself,
"I know what I heard.  It's important.  I need to get the truth out there," Ellie muttered to herself.  She then turned right at the next opening in the hallway and it was like a light went on.  "Maybe I just need a bigger Hushcatcher," Ellie whispered to herself as she glided down the hallway to stand before a door, raising her hand to knock on it.