Kay. So I found this on my computer. I wrote it forever ago, and I've been debating putting it up for a while. Then, five minutes ago, I said to myself, "Stuff it". So, here it is. It's a drabble, I suppose. It's 'bout Yue and her feelings after becoming the Moon Spirit.
The Moon Spirit was strong. She watched over her people. She protected them in times of need. She heard their prayers. She helped wherever possible. She hung in the dark sky, night after night, casting a glow upon the earth. She kept balance with the Spirit of the Ocean. Tui and La. Yin and Yang.
Yue, as the Moon Spirit, accepted and embraced these responsibilities. It was her destiny now, and she was not about to give up on the world. This was her part in the war. This was the way she would help. She would be strong.
But she never knew how much pain being the Moon Spirit would bring.
She watched over the land night after night, silent as the vast skies she inhabited, unable to comfort the pain of her friends. She couldn't ease the hurt inside. She couldn't make it better. She couldn't let them know she was all right. She couldn't stop the lonely nights.
She was there to hear their prayers, but no one was there to hear hers. No one was there to tell her it was all right. No one eased the hurt inside. No one stopped the lonely nights.
It was almost enough to break her.
But she would not let them go. She would not let this get to her head. She would fight with all her will.
And so she hung in the sky faithfully, watching the world beneath her, guiding and protecting, listening to the prayers said to her by word, and the ones deep in the hearts of her loved ones.
She saw the tears and felt the hurt, felt the pain and the longing. She shed the tears and knew the hurt, the pain and the longing as if it were her own. She looked on as the boy she came to love more than any other travelled tirelessly through the days, and cried when he spoke to her at night, knowing that he would never know she shared his pain. Shared his heartbreak.
She cried when he cried. The tears of a lonely Moon Spirit, falling freely down to the earth. The knowledge that she would never be able to touch him again, join in on his ludicrous adventures, laugh at his misfortune, it cut her more deeply than any sword could.
She was left with the ability to feel his pain and watch his suffering, unable to comfort him. Only able to recall memories, most of which she spent running from him. O, how she regretted it now.
And they say that some nights, when the moon is crescent, you can see the celestial white outline of the Moon Goddess sitting in it's curve, crying silently for all she has become. And what she never became. And all she never had a chance to be.
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