Moon Children
Hi everyone, this is a book of mine, one of the first that I started writing about a year ago, but put on hiatus when I discovered the world of fanfiction. Its of my own invention, but more of a mix of than anything else, but I didn't know where to put it so ... Please treat it with love, it is my first and longest yet. Review!
It is for us to pray not for tasks equal to our powers, but for powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal.
-Helen Keller
I would like to dedicate this fiction to my parents and family, and the characters on which this book is based. You know who you are.
Prologue:
Morning is a time of awakening, when all the inhabitants of the world get up to face a new day. So naturally, it is a beautiful thing. The sun laboriously climbs its way up the sky, its peach and golden rays staining the world below the colour of ripe fruit, and the crisp morning air is so sharp and bitingly cold you could cut your finger on it. It is simultaneously invigorating and peaceful, and the animals of the forest slowly awaken from sleep to find this beautiful spectacle to await them.
As the forest slowly stirs and comes to life, one lone wolf watches it all, its white pelt stained golden from the rising sun. It crouches, unnoticed, in the last remaining patch of night, waiting, just waiting. Then, fast enough that if you blinked you would miss it, the wolf leaps into the light, and for a moment it seems that its ice blue eyes are also golden. It stands, head erect, on the cliff face, overseeing its kingdom in all its glory. It almost looks proud, if a canine face can show such emotion, but then, in another lighting movement, it scampers away, leaving only a single snow white hair as proof it had ever been there at all.