Moranaugh

This isn’t a story about shadows lurking in the night or monsters with sharp fangs. No, this is the story of my “vacation”—and yes, I use that term loosely.

It all started when Professor Orion insisted that Zena, Luna, and I take a four-day trip to a floating island resort. I wasn’t thrilled. I had plans. Glyphs to catch. Adventures to chase. But apparently, my professor knows better than I do.

Little did I know, this trip would turn into the most chaotic, sticky, and unexpectedly heartwarming adventure of my life. I met a nearly extinct Glyph called the Moranaugh—a tiny, giraffe-shaped slime with glowing blue goo for a body. One turned into ten, and let’s just say… they followed me everywhere. Into the pool, onto the deck, and even outside my hotel room.

Things escalated when Team Constellation, a flashy group of star-themed Gl ...