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Prologue
Hitori De Tsuki
Limitlessness is might. Vast and kind, the dark sky was in its observing the lone human's heart. The glittering stars breathed in the eternal light and continued their peaceful slumber.
Reaching the sky was impossible, but that would not stop a dreamer from the pleasure of stretching their hands to touch the decorated piece of art. A piece that most humans failed to appreciate.
Under the mysterious, limitless sky, a child stood there observing the universe with the fascinated aura of appreciation around him. His pale, small hand tried again, praying that the lonely, hanging moon could allow its pleading fingers to clutch it. Just like in children's drawing, the new moon looked like a thin canoe that tempted hands to touch and arms to seek. Just like the thirteen-year-old kid he was, his hand kept trying tirelessly as if his only purpose in that place was getting closer to the fabulous lamps in the sky. The moon was too far as was the sky. And he was a child with nothing but a wishing hand. Nothing was clear around except the bare arm that retreated its mission after another try. A strategy he often used whenever he needed to recharge his energy for another silent praying of reaching the limitless sky.
It was a dream. He knew that much. In the dreams world, he was alone. Truly alone. Without anyone to claim that they can be by his side even if those claims were sincere. Their honest feelings was what hurt the most yet he was unable to remember what he was thinking about. The only reality he could ecognize was the nice landscape he was standing between its welcoming arms. There, he could allow the obeying tears to stumble their way down his face shamelessly without even needing a logical reason. In the real world, tears shouldn't annoy the existence around him. Being a burden was enough. Complaining about it was unforgivable. By himself not anyone else.
In the dream, the dark sky was his only companion along with its luminaries. Silent companions but their existence was relieving. It was much better than dreaming about drawing numbly in a saltless ocean. The sky was clear tonight and it didn't really matter if it was the same outside his currently private world. No one could hurt him here or bother themselves by his existence. This was his world. The world that he couldn't even feel its wind, playing with his hair. The reality wind was merciless while throwing the midnight hair carelessly around face whenever he mistakenly stumbled outside the neat house.
He wished to stay there forever simply because he could hardly remember any other reality aside from the faint whispers of how cruel it was. He couldn't help but believe. There was no way that the beauty around him could lie. Just staring unblinkingly at the beautiful dome that covered the vast grassy land around him. It was pleasant and comforting unlike the real polluted sky; even at night, the stars were too shy to show up clearly above the guilty city; Guilty because it didn't have mercy upon such beauty.
The stars shut their eyes gradually, leaving the sky with a silent word of a temporary short Farwell. The moon stayed longer than usual as if smiling warmly at his now dry face. He felt his lips smile on their own in content.
Like a gas lamp, the moon disappeared and the sky's midnight color gradually faded. The dream lasted longer thats time.
A pure, bright feather was the moon's final gift. He reached out eagerly. His feet struggled to move for the first time then but strong, warm chains clutched his legs stubbornly. Strangely, he didn't resist the rooting chains. Somehow, he remember feeling them every time he was there. They kept fighting to prevent him from following the feather and he had always listened to them without even knowing why. It wasn't a matter of submission to them. They were sad and scared to let him go. Clutching him as strongly as they could while calling his name; a name he couldn't recognize nor cared to pay attention to. The pure feather twinkled in the non-existent light before turning into a calm, pure black. It vanished into stars' dust seconds later. His mind had corrected his previous assumption. The feather was the stars' present as well.
'Later then.' He didn't even know that he muttered those words. Their softness was swallowed as the blurriness in the sky came closer to him, embracing him tightly and throwing him back to reality. A reality that wished to be part of him.
It wasn't his fault that he couldn't accept it. The dream world had treated him as a part of it like the smallest smiling star not as a heavy load. At least, he didn't feel like being a burden to himself while being in such a great place.
Yet, he didn't prevent reality from having another chance. Giving chances wasn't his right after all. Chances should be granted to anything and to everything.
Including himself...and reality.
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Author Note
This feels really weird XD. I didn't think I would dare to write a story after being inspired by an anime. Well, I guess I feel good after writing it. I am writing the rest of this story's chapters right now. Hmmm, I know that this chapter is too vague and I didn't even mention who is this " he" but you can figure out somehow(despite the non-existence of clues) It is confusing on purpose, though.
Ah for the title of this story. It goes by Feathers in the Sky or Tsubasa no Noroi. The Japanese title means The wings' curse. Couldn't decide which is better :(
This prologue title Hitori De Tsuki means: Lonely Moon.
By the way, this story is quite short. Less than 6 chapters and it is my first story that deals with supernatural themes while admitting them. Ahm, the supernatural elements in my other stories are not that concealed from the story's universe.
So pleaaaase every one. I don't know how the hell did I write this so I really, really need to see your opinions. That would make it much easier to finish it quicker. I assure you.
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