The Tale of Moonlight Path
On a cool, foggy, fall day in London, just by the seashore, stood a tall, thin man, in his early twenties. In birth his name was Christopher Johnstopeake, but everyone calls him Christian Riddleson, for he was very famous for his brilliant stories, and friends that he made in just one minute, when meeting for the first time. He had dark, brown hair that hung off slightly to one side of his face. Christian's face was as pale as a snowflake, with just a pinch of gold. But the first natural characteristic you see about him in an instant, was his dark, brilliant, brown eyes that showed how kind and optimistic he really was. On top of his well, built body, he was clothed in a black jacket that was buttoned with silver buttons, and hung all the way down to his knees. His pants were black as well.
As a child, Christian was a cheerful sort that lived in a wonderful house, with many acres around. He wasn't rich nor was he poor, he was just in the middle where everyone accepted who he was. Riddleson's father, Odissio, worked as a mapmaker, while his mother, Carletta, stayed home and took care of the house. Christian was waiting outside for his father to go to the festival with him. Gypsies hosted the Festival of Times. Each had their own job, talent, and taste. Nothing was more remarkable then watching a gypsy dance for golden coins. The leader of all the gypsies was Monsieur Fotego. It always seemed that he knew exactly how to entertain each individual.
As Christian was waiting for his father, he searched through the streets of London. The cobblestones were placed perfectly together, as if they were a puzzle. The cottages all seemed the same. There wasn't one person on the street; not one. "Everyone seems to be at the festival today," Christian thought to himself
Behind Christian, the ocean was glistening slightly, since there really was no sun out through all the mist. The sand was slightly dirty from all the seaweed, and there, as Christian observed, was no person in sight either; not even a boat. He became very annoyed and lonely.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice he was relieved to hear. "Father, what has taken you so long?," Christian called out, running toward him. Odissio was a rather short man with a dark blue jacket on. His eyes were like England's sky. Blue with just a fogginess gray color. He had white hair, and seemed that he was becoming slightly bald in the front.
"I had to finish drawing a map of the Earth. That Columbus doesn't know what he's talking about when he says that the Earth is round like a sphere. Crazy I tell you," Odissio said.
"Well what ever makes you happy, just make sure you don't tell Elijah. You know he believes his exact theories."
"Your brother doesn't know enough of the world, to know what he's talking about. All he does is stay in his room, writing equations all over the walls and read books. He should go out and find a job in medicine."
"I'm sure he'll grow out of it sooner or later. Now let's go to the festival before it leaves tonight."
"Oh, the festival? I have completely forgotten. I still have to deliver a letter to Paul Densiyak. It is something about Tracina; whether or not I would like to help govern the city. Well, I will meet you at the festival then. Oh, and Christian," Odissio said cautiously. "If for some reason I will not be able to make it back home or the festival, be sure to tell your mother and Elijah that I love them dearly."
"All right then, father. But why?"
"Oh, that is not important. What is important is that you are at the festival before it ends. Now go!" Christian first not sure what to do, came to his senses, and flew off to the festival.