Dune darted down the long hallway, and the only way you knew where he was going was by watching his bright red shirt flash down the hall. It probably wasn't the smartest clothing choice for an expedition as such, but it was convenient for you so. . .
Suddenly, a cold hand threw you back, clasping over your mouth before you could cry out. "Did you really think you could escape? You've made Calista upset."

Unfortunately, before you can do so, the thing thrusts you out the window so your face is turned directly at the moon. Gasping, you slam your eyes shut.
You don't know how long you can hold it though, as the thing attempts to pry them open, dripping goop on your face.

McKenna grinned, "Because this way was more fun! Now, go ahead and get in already!" McKenna playfully shoves you towards the opening.

I want to try to hit it with Glynt again.
I can tell about where it is. It's holding on to me.

(Can Glynt be a living shardblade? That's what I'd wanted him to be when I first made my character.)

I immediately started struggling, using all of my strength to try and throw off the person or thing holding me. I try to throw off my attackers hand from my mouth, to cry out hoping that Dune isn't too far away that he won't hear me.

As I begin to crawl into the opening, I say "McKenna, this is serious right now, we're about to explode and you're having fun. Oh, whatever."

You wake up in the middle of the night when your phone buzzes. You pick it up and look at the recent text messages. They consist of this:

Don't Look at the Moon

1,000 people gone missing by looking at the moon

DON'T LOOK AT THE----Look at the moooooooooon!

You hear a noise at your window. "Look at the moooooooooooon!" an oily voice croaks. You take a step towards your window.
Suddenly, a wrinkly, slimy, hand grips you. "Look at the moooooooooon!" The voice hisses. You squeeze your eyes shut as you get pulled out of your room...

I try to pull away, still keeping my eyes closed.

What's a shardblade?

It's like a spirit made of magic that can show up in the physical realm as any weapon. It can show itself to anyone it wants and is always visible to its human bond. They only have a sense of self in the realm of thought or if they have a bond in the physical realm.