A/N: Hihiii!! This is Spira with her first ever fanfic (that she's planning on completing).

I really, really hope you guys enjoy it. I'm new at this, so...

Wanderer and Burns Living Flowers/ The Host copyright Stephenie Meyer.

Moonlit Flight copyright moi.

When I awoke, I was alone.

Not in the sense that one would first think of, mind you… I could hear other voices close around me; one of them was trilling, worried…

No, by 'alone', I mean that my mind was completely clear, that there were no sudden, painful memories that rushed to the forefront of my mind. There was nothing there to inform me of this body's death… or this body's life.

My mind was blank.

I was alone.

This was a very bad thing.

My eyes snapped open, and I looked around… calmly, I suppose. I had not felt any of the overwhelming "emotions" that I'd been told wrought havoc on the balance of the souls. I felt no different from any of my other lives, except, perhaps, that I could see easily and clearly in many colors.

The first life form that I saw was leaning over my resting accommodations; a girl staring at me with anxiety. Her gray eyes held a thin sheen of silver behind them, this, for some reason I wasn't entirely sure of, registering in my mind as a host body. Sighing with relief, she sat back a little, as she was perched upon a stool. She placed a thin, pale hand on her chest and closed her eyes in a grateful gesture. Her young-looking face was framed with many wisps of golden hair, this happening to be pulled into a loose ponytail that trailed to her shoulder blades. She opened her eyes again and looked at me warmly; this was very typical soul behavior.

"Hello," she said softly in her high voice. She smiled at me then. "I am Wanderer. Welcome to Earth."

She was, I suppose, pretty by this planet's standards (at least, that is how she'd registered in my new mind), so I did not dislike looking at her, but I drew my eyes away to survey my surroundings.

I had no reason to believe, under any circumstances, that I was in a facility that was official, or even particularly safe. I could determine that we were roughly 203.943 feet underground, in a system of caverns. The echoes of other life forms' speech were reverberating off of the walls outside of this room, which I assumed to be the infirmary.

"Yes. Welcome to Earth."

A male's voice had spoken, smoothly tenor in tone, and I moved my attention toward the noise.

He had soft auburn curls atop his head, and a fairly medium skin tone. His hazel eyes held the same sheen as Wanderer's, and his mouth was curled into a smile. His hand was extended toward me in a customary gesture of some sort… No method presented itself to me.

"I am Burns Living Flowers," he said gently. "What is your name?"

He took my hand and moved it in a shaking motion, then letting it go. I supposed that he'd just performed the ritual for me, so I did not do anything more physically.

"Moonlit Flight," I replied, somewhat surprised at my new voice, but at the same time expecting it. It was a calm, medium-toned female voice. I'd expected a female voice, of course, since in the most technical sense I was a female member of the soul species, but with the look of the facility I'd had my insertion done in, I wasn't sure if they even had a proper Healer, let alone if they were able to recognize my "gender". I mused that I remembered something on the Singing World that my voice reminded me of… It was my favorite planet, though, so I didn't give my thought too much credibility. For a while, I would probably be hearing lots of things that would remind me of the Singing World.

"Can you walk?" Wanderer asked concernedly, thus pulling me out of my musings.

I assessed my current situation with my host body, and nodded confidently. I could feel all of my appendages; all organs were working at optimal efficiency… except, of course, for my mind. I still had no host memory, or knowledge other than very basic things and my own.

"Host synchronization is at an operable rate," I informed the two souls, as I sat up and looked at my hands.

My skin was smooth, a pale whitish color. Like the moonlight, I mused with a smile. They'd chosen a good host body for me, whether they'd done so on purpose or not. I could see a small glimpse of my hair around my face as I tilted my head forward; it was pitch-black in color. Once again, this was a fine choice. I wondered idly what color my eyes were, and what structure my face was. I'd only had the privilege of sight on one other planet, and that was extremely limited and boring, for it was the Flower Planet, so I wanted to make the most of my vivid, sharp sight on this planet.

It was just then that I noted the worried look Wanderer and Burns Living Flowers exchanged. I frowned a bit, wondering what they were communicating between each other, but smoothed my face immediately as they looked back; I did not want to arouse any suspicion in them, as I did not mistrust them in the least. They had been quite hospitable to me, I recognized this. I did, however, wonder what it was that had troubled them.

"… Uhm… Moonlit Flight…" Burns Living Flowers began, giving Wanderer another look. There were emotions passing through the air here that I could not quite place as of yet… I was still new with my body, after all.

Wanderer picked up where he left off. "… May we call you Moon for short?"

I considered this for a moment. I supposed 'Moon' was an acceptable shortening… It seemed to get the idea that my name had originally portrayed on the Singing World across… though it was much more beautiful in the Bat tongue. "Yes, I suppose that abbreviation is sufficient."

Wanderer smiled at me then. "On Earth, the abbreviation of one's original name, or a term given to you affectionately by others, is called a nickname."

"A 'nickname'. Understood. This information has been stored in my memory banks."

These simple words of affirmation seemed to worry Wanderer even more, and Burns Living Flowers turned to look at something else in the room; his hands were in tight fists on one of the bars of my infirmary cot.

"… Moon… Could you please tell me about your host body's former life?" Wanderer asked, her voice suddenly hard with determination, and strained with anxiety. "Please tell us of her name, where she used to live, and whether or not she lived with anyone." She seemed to be waiting for me to say something… or perhaps anything at all, it seemed.

I tried once more to venture out into my host mind. I could feel my own tendrils stretching into the cerebral cavity. I searched more than I'd searched for anything in any of my former seven lives… In fact, I probably searched more for any human thoughts at that moment than I'd ever searched for anything in my lifetimes. I'd never had much reason to search at all… I hadn't seen the point in straining myself for something that was pointless, and I felt that a lot of things were pointless… However, for some reason, I kept willing myself to search harder… that there had to be something.

Perhaps it was simply the fact that I'd never had trouble with a host body before.

After a few moments, though, I gave up the search. It was as if I were trying to look for a populated planet in an asteroid field; there was simply nothing there.

I shook my head at the two patiently waiting souls watching me (Burns Living Flowers had turned around while I was searching, I realized), who then gave me a look that was somewhere between confusion, shock, and grim understanding.

Wanderer held the most of the understanding between them, and she gave me a piercing look then. "Tell me something, Moon. Do you hear any voices in your head other than your own? Are the forces that are blocking your access to information somewhat like walls, as if there is another presence in your mind? Please, answer me very carefully."

I blinked at her a bit, not quite understanding where her thought processes were leading her, but I did as she asked, and considered these possibilities. I delved back into my empty mind, searching around for something, for anything that I could use to help me in these inquiries. However, just like before, and just like the first time I'd entered this body, I found nothing. There were no walls. There were no other presences. There was nothing. My mind was like to a desert landscape, devoid of clouds, cacti, animals, or dunes.

"No."

"Well, then, Moon, you have a-- … a… What… did you say…?" Wanderer asked. She stared at me blankly, as if she hadn't heard me correctly, or as, perhaps, one would look if one tried to convince oneself one did not hear something correctly.

"No," I answered again, as I stared straight at Wanderer. "There are no other presences. There are no walls. There is nothing in this host mind. Have I received a damaged host?" I inquired calmly, looking from Burns Living Flowers to Wanderer and back.

Burns Living Flowers seemed completely bewildered as he stared at me, and then looked to Wanderer with a questioning gaze. He did not seem to comprehend the situation, or the slow horror that dawned on Wanderer's face.

"… You… You don't… You can't find… anything?" Wanderer breathed; her eyes were extremely wide and terrified. There was one other emotion that I supposed I could read lingering behind her silvery-sheeted eyes: complete confusion. "… Nothing at all…?"

"No. My mind is completely devoid of any memory databases other than my own. My personality is intact, with no outside influence of any host traits, or very much influence of the human emotions that many souls have had troubles with," I informed the two, I suppose in a very nonchalant, businesslike manner. I had no way to know that this was something that didn't happen.

I was not lacking intelligence completely; I knew that Wanderer and Burns Living Flowers were worried. I simply did not know quite how worried they were.

I had no way to know that this didn't happen…

I didn't know that I was about to experience the most enlightening, the most dangerous, and the most fulfilling lifetime that I'd ever lived.

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