Book 1 
Sometimes, things get hard when your parents act like they're from another dimension—because mine literally say they are. "It's important to keep our traditions," they always say, which would be fine if it didn't ruin summer plans. 
 "Guess what?" Baba grinned. "We're going to Story Realm!" 
 I dropped my books. "What about hanging out with May?" 
 "Aish, Karimala! That doesn't matter," Ma said. "Family first!" 
They pulled out a black hole, and we traveled to a carnival near a forest. Ma and Baba wandered off. I noticed something sparkling in the woods and ran toward it. A crystal—smooth and glowing—was in my hand for only a second before it vanished in a flash of light. 
 "Where'd it go?!" a girl in a pink shalwar kameez gasped. 
 "I didn't let go of anything," I replied, confused. 
 She frowned. "We need it to stop the Sun King from destroying time!" 
 "I'm new here." 
The girl, Saanvi, introduced herself and her friend Rudrah. I told her about my visit to the carnival and the gem. When I mentioned the Ferris wheel, Rudrah brightened. "We shall ride a Cloud Chariot!" 
A wagon and two horses with wings parked a chariot near us. Flying through the skies, we landed in the Forest of the Lost. I saw the diamond glowing again, and I reached for it—but a white light whisked it away. 
We chased the light, darting through tree branches and hopping over thorny bushes. 
 "There!" Rishaan pointed north. 
It led us to a foggy forest, where a mysterious boy named Duchaan greeted us with an unsettling grin. 
 "Sister," he called me. 
 "I'm not your sister." 
 "Oh, Karimala. Our parents were Celestial Guardians. My Moon Mother took my powers, placed them in you—and now I'm taking them all back." 
He held a gem—the diamond. He attacked, throwing a swirl of fire that evaporated our Cloud Chariot. I saw a cage and ran towards it. Inside was a girl, slightly older than me. 
 "Free me!" the girl reached out to me. 
 "Who are you? Why are you here?" I asked. 
 "I'm Kamala. Duchaan has locked me up to take away my power." 
I could see from the corner of my eye that Saanvi and Duchaan were in a fire-water duel. I tried to unlock the cage with my hairpin. 
 "Stop!" 
I ignored Duchaan's threat. I could sense that he was darting towards me. I was fighting off my anxiety, and my hairpin was fighting my sweaty hands. Click. The door opened and Kamala ran out. Rudrah cast his Ice spell and froze Duchaan. 
 "We must return the gem to the Well of Stories," Kamala explained. "The diamond holds stories, not just power." 
Kamala had told me a lot about my real family. They were Celestial Guardians and had taught Kamala how to summon a comet. 
 The comet had four seats, one for each person. The comet was blue, leaving a white streak through the sky. 
 We flew through valleys, air whisking across my face. Green valleys stretched below us. 
 "Why did Duchaan call me sister?" I asked. 
 "It is true. We are all siblings. He is more Sun, I am more Moon, and you are both: equal. He is jealous of you," Kamala said. 
Well, that explains his rage. 
 "There are 5 kingdoms: Demons, Humans, Sun, Moon, Mystic." 
Saanvi was chilling in the backseat, acting like this was her daily spa. 
Duchaan suddenly appeared in the front of the chariot. 
 "HOW?!" screeched Kamala. "You froze him!" 
 Rudrah snorted. "It's ice. It's global warming. What do you expect—" 
Before he could finish his sentence, Duchaan launched at Saanvi, shoving her in the well. 
 "Saanvi!" I screamed—but the water lifted her back out. 
Glowing text spilled out: 
"Tonight, during the flight 
 Full moon wise 
 Will come and rise 
 Your friend's story will be forgotten. 
 But there's a mend..." 
The rest read: 
"Only one descended from both Sun and Moon
 Holding a diamond
 Can remember her story
 Then overthrow her father." 
Kamala stared at me. "That's you."
 It did make sense. 
"Before the full moon rises, we need to hide Saanvi from the moonlight; otherwise, her story will be forgotten," Kamala said. But Saanvi was already fading, a dim outline around her. 
 "I don't understand." 
 "If anyone falls in the Well of Stories, their stories are forgotten if they are affected by moonlight. They wander the world aimlessly forever. We need the Moon Queen's help to save Saanvi." 
In the Moon Kingdom, everything shimmered. I felt oddly at home. Moon instincts kicked in; I had the same tinkling voice as the Moon citizens. But Kamala was better at talking, being more Moon than Sun. 
Inside the palace, the silver-skinned Moon Queen greeted us warmly. 
 "Karimala, you've come back!" She hugged me. "Your parents raised you well. I hope you have eaten," my mother said warmly. 
I looked around the room. There was a small window that showed the time in the real world. 
 "It is nearly nightfall in the real world," said the Moon Queen. "I must rise soon." 
 "Mom! Saanvi's hurt, and we need your help to save her! Duchaan pushed her in the Well of Stories." 
The Moon Queen sighed. "I'd need the diamond to get the curse off. But I will try." 
I pulled the diamond out of my pocket. The Moon Queen's eyes widened. I handed it to her, and a gust of silver flew into the diamond. 
 "The curse is off now." 
The Moon Queen looked out the window to see the sunset and stepped into an elevator, rising to light up the night sky. 
Back in the Forest of the Lost, Saanvi's sparkly outline waited in the tree shadows. 
 "I'm back!" she cried. 
 I hugged her. "We could never forget your story." 
We all smiled. Rudrah cheered. 
 "We need to find out what Duchaan is up to," said Kamala. "I'm sure he is hiding in the Sun Kingdom, making a plan." 
 "Are we going to the Sun Kingdom next?" I asked. 
 "Okay... but first a visit to the bakery because I need donuts," added Rudrah. 
The End.