Intro: The World wll know you as pop stars but you wll be much mole than that, you'll be hunters.
Demons have always haunted our world stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king gwi-ma.
Until heroes arose to defend us born with voices that could drive back the darkness, singing songs of courage & hope but hunters are more than warriors, our music ignites the soul and brings people together, with this connection, the first hunters created a shield to protect our world (THE HONMOON)
Every generation, a new trio of hunters is chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty! A barrier so strong, it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and gwi-ma from our world forever. The Golden honmoon.
Celine:and now that duty falls to you. That victory is within your reach; it is your voice, your song that will create the honmoon.
The girls nodded and said in unison"yes Celine! "
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Chapter 1
The air was electric outside the music concert venue as fans streamed in, their excitement and love for Huntr/x palpable. Banners and signs with the group's name in bold letters waved above the crowd, a sea of devoted fans eager to secure their spots for the highly anticipated show.
"Let's go Huntr/x!" a girl's voice pierced the air, her enthusiasm infectious.
"We love Huntr/x!" a chorus of voices replied, echoing through the night.
As fans waited in line,conversations flowed freely. One girl raved about Mira, Huntr/x's lead dancer and visual. "Mira's my favourite,she's the visual and lead dancer of huntrix,nobody can move like Mira," she gushed, her eyes shining with admiration. "She's just so talented!"
A nearby fan chimed in, sharing a rumor about Mira's family dynamics. "Apparently, she's the black sheep of her family," she whispered, raising eyebrows.
A guy nearby chuckled, adding, "I don't know why,but she's so cool,who else could wear a sleeping bag to the Met gala?
Nearby, a trio of girls nodded in unison. "Mira's our role model," one said, her voice filled with conviction. "She's the best." The others chimed in, their voices blending in harmony. "We love her!"
The fans streamed into the music concert venue, a tidal wave of excitement and devotion crashing against the walls. Banners and signs with Huntr/x's name in bold, glittering letters waved above the crowd, a sea of ardent fans clamoring to secure their spots for the highly anticipated show. The air was electric, charged with anticipation and love for the K-pop group.
"We're here for Zoey!" some fans nearby chimed in, their voices rising above the din. "She's the rapper, and the lyricist!" one of them exclaimed, eyes shining with admiration. A man nearby added, "She grew up in America, somewhere called Burbank, USA," as if sharing a treasured secret. Another lady chimed in, "She's the cutest Maknae!" The man nodded in agreement, "But when she raps, she goes hard." A lady nearby cautioned, "She gets really scary, so scary, like you'd better watch out!"
Nearby, a group of girls shouted in unison, "We love Rumi!" Their faces glowed with adoration as one of them exclaimed, "She's the pop star royalty!" Another fan whispered, "uh-huh," nodding in fervent agreement. A lady nearby shared a story about Rumi's background, her voice barely above a whisper. "Her mom was a Sunlight Sister before she passed away when rumi was an infant. But Celine raised her and built Huntr/x around her."
A girl nearby gushed, "Rumi's voice is so incredible like..." But before she could finish, three chubby guys interrupted, their voices filled with emotion, "It brings us to tears!" They held up stickers with Rumi's name boldly written on them.
As the excitement continued to build, another girl chimed in, "They're taking a break after this concert, and they totally need it." Her voice became tinier as she continued, "But we're gonna miss them so much!" She and her friends screamed like crazy people, their enthusiasm infectious.
As the fans made their way inside the music concert venue, the energy became electric. They were screaming, shouting, and cheering, all happy and eager to see their beloved group, Huntr/x, perform live. But despite the anticipation, the girls were not yet on stage. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, waiting for the moment when Rumi, Mira, and Zoey would step out onto the stage and start performing.
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Bobby, the girls' manager, strode through the bustling backstage area, his eyes scanning the scene with a practiced intensity. Crew members scurried about, adjusting lights and fine-tuning the stage. "Everyone, look alive!" he barked, his voice carrying across the room like a whip crack.
As he passed beneath the catwalk, Bobby glanced up, taking in the intricate network of lights and rigging. He nodded curtly, his expression approving. "Alright, looking good over there," he called out to the technicians.
But as he turned his attention to the surrounding area, his gaze swept the room, and his expression turned questioning. "Okay, okay, ready, ready?" he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the space. And then, his brow furrowed in concern, "But where are the girls?" he asked aloud, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. He looked around, his eyes scouring the area, but there was no sign of Rumi, Mira, or Zoey.
He pulled out his phone, and his eyes widened as he checked the tracking app. A map displayed on the screen, and a small plane icon was moving across it. Bobby's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? What? Where are they going?" he muttered to himself, his voice laced with concern and a hint of panic. The plane icon continued to move, indicating that the girls were already in the air, and Bobby had no idea where they were headed.
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As the plane soared through the skies, Rumi, Zoey, and Mira sat together, their arms entwined around each other's shoulders in a tight circle. They leaned in, their heads touching, and shared a moment of quiet focus. The hum of the engines and the gentle turbulence outside receded into the background as they concentrated on the task ahead.
"Okay, this is our biggest show yet," Rumi said, her voice low and steady, filled with determination. Zoey nodded in agreement, her dark hair brushing against Rumi's purple locks. "The most songs," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. Mira's eyes sparkled with excitement as she chimed in, "The most moves."
Rumi's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she declared, "Which means the most carb loading!" The words hung in the air, and then Zoey and Mira chimed in unison, their voices rising in a triumphant chant, "For the fans!" The three friends plunged into the spread of food on the table, their hands moving with a frenzied urgency as they grabbed whatever lay within reach.
"I need ten thousand calories to get through the choreo!" Rumi exclaimed, her gaze fixed intently on the plate of golden-brown churros. Mira's response was immediate, her voice echoing Rumi's fervor. "A thousand percent! A gajillon percent!" The air was electric with their intensity, their words tumbling out in a joyful cacophony.
As they ate, their movements took on a fierce, almost angry quality, as if the calories themselves held the key to unlocking their performance. Food flew, wrappers crinkled, and the sound of happy munching filled the air. Rumi frowned, her mouth full, as she reached out to claim a full kimbap. "It's not even a real number," she said, her eyes shining with amusement.
Mira's voice was a fierce bark. "It is for our fans!"
Rumi's response was a dismissive sniff, her attention fixed on the kimbap in her hand. "Ah."
Meanwhile, Zoey's voice was a carefree murmur, her mouth full of chips. "Our fans deserve the best!"
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As the plane sliced through the clouds, its engines humming a steady thrum, Rumi's voice rang out, "Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!" The girls' faces lit up in unison, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. They raised their ramen cups, the plastic containers clinking together in a joyful toast. But as they peered inside, Zoey's expression faltered, her brow furrowing in dismay. "There's no water in this," she said, her voice laced with disappointment.
Rumi's voice was laced with politeness as she addressed the flight attendant, "Ehm, excuse me, miss." the attendant, looked up from her peculiar task - watering a rose plant with coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers. Rumi's gaze lingered on the unusual sight, her eyebrows arching in surprise. The attendant's face lit up with a radiant smile, her lips stretching across her face like a crescent moon. "Yes, miss hunter..ix," she chimed, her voice as bright as her smile. Rumi's request was simple, "We...we asked for hot water."
The attendant's response was a melodic affirmation,"Right away, you are welcome.arrideverci, goodbye."
The attendant was acting all weird.
Unh..okay! Rumi muttered wondering what was wrong with the attendant and why she was talking off key.