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Prologue - The Moon
It was cold. I was falling. But there was some sort of acceptance. As if it were all okay.
Part of me didn't want to leave. I wasn't done in this world, there were things I had to do, people I had to love. Yet there was a reassurance deep within me, that life would go on without me, as I would go on without it.
So I fought the want to reach up and fight. The light of that glowing orb calmed me, so I let myself float, in peace.
Because if anything else, at least the moon was with me.
I sat on the edge of the cliff, staring at the night sky.
Mum used to tell me that the stars were the souls of the good people who had passed away. I used to inquire about other souls, the spirits of those with ill intentions and evil hearts. She told me that they were the darkness and scolded me that I would one day join them, should I ever be immoral. Princesses strive for perfection. Princesses strive for light.
Yet for some reason I like the dark. It allows you to see the light.
Because if anything else, it lets me know that the moon is with me.
I love it. The sun. The way it makes me feel so warm, and I shiver as if I'm cold but really I'm just so happy and warm.
Every morning I go to the field and lie down, letting the heat envelop me. My short hair has grown out, and every morning I spread it to catch the rays of light shining from the sky. It awakens me yet it also allows me to rest. Then I can open my eyes and see the sun.
But as much as I love the sun, I love more those rare mornings when the moon is still in the sky.
Because if anything else, when the sun is gone, at least the moon is with me.
The sky is endless. It holds so much freedom. So much mystery.
Some people are afraid of the unknown. They are frightened by the unrevealed secrets the world holds. They are hesitant to accept uncertainty.
Yet the unknown gives me joy, showing me that there is always something more. Even in darkness you can find light.
Even on a black night, you can find the moon.
Fear. It is both the cause for my isolation and the reason I hate it.
Fear is like the cold. It seems clear but really everything is blurred. It may feel refreshing but eventually it will trap you.
Yet the cold is also filled with love and delight. It can be filled with beauty and fun.
And as I lay in the cold, accepting my isolation, I smile, grinning at my one true friend.
The moon.
I am currently planning and writing the next few chapters for this story, and I was wondering if I should write in first or third person. A lot more can be told overall in third person, but in first person, the reader is given a much more personal understanding of characters and their feelings. Please P.M. or review with your opinion, and if you think you may have an idea of the meaning of this prologue, feel free to guess.