The young couple made their way through the thicket of the forest to a small house. The girl and the young man hid their faces behind the black hoods of their cloaks, although the probability of someone meeting this was more often zero. They constantly turned around and froze from every rustle.

Finally, a shack appeared. She was old and all glanced. The moss was on the walls, and around almost everything was overgrown with grass. If you do not know exactly where this house is located, then you will never find it. However, this couple still found it.

The guy barely opened the door and they went in there. Everything inside was covered with dust and smelled of damp, but they knew exactly who lives here.

- Maybe we did not get there? - the girl doubted

- No, we are exactly where we should be - hugging the girl, said the guy.

“But there’s nobody here and obviously not long ago,” she continued.

- This is an illusion, magic is capable of much - squeezing slightly shoulder in support, said the guy.

A door creaked behind them. The girl shuddered involuntarily. An old woman of repulsive appearance entered the house.

“What guests I have,” she said in a wry smile, her eyes flashing. “Prince of the Moon Kingdom Wendell himself and who is near ...” the old woman narrowed her eyes — well, yes, Miss Genevra, the daughter of a cook and a groom.

- How did you know? - taking off the hood, a girl asked a little, stuttering for fear - Our faces were hidden.

- Do not hide anything from me or hide it - the old woman laughed and snapped her fingers.

The room immediately changed. It became light and clean, and perhaps even the room became larger.

- There is no truth at the feet, sit down - the old woman commanded and went to the wooden table.

The young couple stood still for a while, but still went to the table. They did not know how to start a conversation with a sorceress.

“I know what you came for, but I won't help you with anything,” she immediately cut off.

- But we heard you are capable of a lot - said the guy, holding the girl by the hand. She sat and shook like an aspen leaf.

- I can - only the old woman answered, continuing to climb her chests and looking for something.

- We are ready for everything just to be together - the guy replied.

The old woman finally went to the table and climbed into a chair.

- I can offer one tool, it is dangerous and if you do not cope, you will never be together.

- We can handle, say - said the guy.

- Do not rush, my dear, first talk about the price - she laughed.

- You know who I am, we will pay any price - the guy replied.

- It is not that simple. If you do not succeed, she will become mine - the old woman jabbed at the girl. She shook even more and shook her head. - And you lose the male power. At the same time, Genevre will remember everything, and you, my dear prince, will forget everything.

The old woman laughed and stared at them. The girl was whiter than chalk and was already thinking of giving up everything, but the guy squeezed her hand harder and said confidently - We agree.

“But darling, what if we don’t succeed, you won’t be able to continue the race, and I will stay in this more often,” she whispered practically in the ear of the guy.

- Everything will be fine, believe in us and our feelings - he said confidently.

“We agree,” repeated the prince.

- Well, whatever you want - only the old woman answered and got down from the chair.

The witch took some pot, threw some grass there and poured water over it. The room was immediately filled with some kind of green smoke. Then she took a stick and hit one of the walls. There was a door right there.

- Here drink - she brought them two mugs - enter this door. You have time - the full cycle of the moon. You will find yourself in the Earth kingdom and you will need to pick a flower of love and pleasure.

- Where to look for him? - asked the guy.

“I don’t know that,” the witch smiled, “if your feelings are true, you will find him.”

The girl looked at the guy in his blue eyes and took the mug. The prince took his own, while still holding his beloved hand.

“Don't be afraid of anything, we will cope with everything together and find this flower,” he said and drank the contents of the mug in one gulp.

A bitter substance burned through the throat. The girl did the same and coughed. Also for the hands they entered the door. When the door slammed behind them and disappeared from the wall, the old woman laughed, rubbing her hands and thinking about those moments she allegedly forgot to say about.

They did not know that they would remember nothing about the Moon Kingdom, about each other and about their feelings. And most importantly, they will not remember the mission that led them there. They will become ordinary people on earth.

* * *

A young girl ran down the street, bending around passersby. Today her car broke down and she was late for work. She was glad that she wore a pantsuit, and not a narrow skirt, yet it was more comfortable to run around in it. When she appeared at the door of the Lunar Kingdom restaurant, where she worked as an administrator, the girl caught her breath a little, straightened her jacket a little and stumbled into the room with her head held high.

- Hello, Miss Jones - the waitress ran up, who was unofficially considered her deputy and carried out small orders, of course for an additional fee - everything is ready for the opening, only Tom is late again, and everything is according to plan.

- Melinda, change the tablecloth on the fifth table, I see a stain from here and straighten the napkins on the ninth table, and on the fifth table there is not enough salt shaker and you claim that everything is ready, we open in half an hour, and then, in a strict tone, we gave instructions in passing Your office to check with the plans for today. Of course, she knew everything she needed, but every morning she checked in just in case - And also call Tom and say that he can not hurry, because he is fired.

The administrator sat in a chair and opened a diary on the computer. Today, nothing much was planned, the only meeting at 6 pm with the owner of the restaurant. She was constantly afraid of this, since such meetings did not promise anything good.

The day passed completely unnoticed and the clock hand was already moving toward 6. She called Melinda.

- Is Mr. Adams' table ready? He will be soon - she asked.

“Yes, miss,” the waitress said emphatically.

- Check again and so that this time no misunderstanding. Today you will serve us and warn you in the kitchen that a snack will be needed immediately.

Melinda ran away, and Miss Jones went to the reception of the hostess to meet the chief at the door.

- Mr. Adams - as soon as he entered the door she greeted her, holding out her thin palm.

- Hello Genevre. How are we doing here? He asked from the doorway.

The girl escorted him to the table and only then began a report, while not forgetting to show with her eyes that Melinda hurried with the order.

- Mr Adams. We are fine. There are no misunderstandings - sitting at a table, she said.

- Call me just Wendell, I have already said many times - he corrected it to her - but you are wrong about misunderstandings. Yesterday there was a review and our restaurant went down a few points in the rating. What did you do with the critic that he left us in such horror? - he asked. Of course, all Wendell will be known, but he wanted to hear her version. However, his face was clear that the whole situation amused him.

From the outside it was like a normal business meeting, although the young people smiled. However, the girl was holding on more seriously and was a bit tense, and the young man was relaxed opposite.

***

After returning from work, the girl felt very tired and decided to sit on the couch before doing the usual evening activities. She did not even notice how she fell asleep in a sitting position.

She had a strange dream. She had a glimpse of a large castle with many towers, a green meadow behind it, flower gardens and a small pergola imperceptible to many. However, the most pleasant thing about this dream was she and Wendell. They looped around the gardens and hid in this gazebo, laughed at something and kissed passionately. Wendell was clearly a prince, who else would he be in her dream, and she ...