Disclaimer: I own the plot, but not the characters or settings. Comments, flames, Fuzzy Navels welcome (though a Daquiri would be nice...)
Author's Note: It's a goal of mine to write from various perspectives. This is one that I thought would be interesting. If you find it interesting as well, or odd, or stupid, or so awesome you are now madly in love with me, leave a review (if last situation applicable, forward copy to my boifriend and I'm sure he'll help you get over it.) If none of those situations are applicable, leave a review anyway, just so I know I'm not talking to myself again...
Forgotten Home, Lost Song
"Moonfairies" some call us! Creatures of the moon! A home
we haven't been to in a long time... No longer the same
creatures, not what we once were.
Not always the moon. Never the moon, for us. Always just
home. Now the forgotten home, now the forgotten place.
Deep within, we remember. We remember what we once were.
But our wings are useless now. Soo useless, children! No more
flying across white fields, no more watching the blue sphere from
down below as it swirled...
Now the blue sphere's inhabitants find us, catch us, keep
us. Now we have forgotten what we were. A fallen treasure, we
are! Crippled by a foolish choice!
"See the blue sphere up close!" They said. "See it's beauty
up front!"
We were all too foolish to realize the mistake.
Dangerous!
Turn one way, be attacked!
Turn another, ah, no way out!
We used our oldest magic- almost forgotten, good it wasn't-
to escape the creatures.
But the magic was so lost, so near forgotten! It was broken,
did not kill like it once did when it was hidden, now only sent
to sleep! Ah, all lost!
We learned new magic, though, we did! You will learn too,
children, someday, you'll know, feel it in your bones the way
your ancestors felt it! Attack the enemy with all your might,
hurl at it!
The tall ones who take us away... sometimes they teach the
captured new attacks, release them, they help. But until then,
children, pound!
Dangerous, this attack... so dangerous... An older magic
than the song... Dance in the way your ancestors knew, use a
power never known to you! Too unpredictable, only use when
there's nothing else left... Danger that can destroy everything
around you! ... Or just destroy you...
Be careful when you use the swaying dance... the trance-like
dance, hypnotic, powerful, painful...
And never leave the mountain, children, never leave the
mountain! Stay here, to remind you of where your ancestors
brought you- to this big and frightening place!- and the place
where you have a chance to return.
This is why, children. This is why we learn the song. To
remember who we are, to remember where we belong, and to find a
way to go back.
This is the song of the clefairy.
Author's Note: It's a goal of mine to write from various perspectives. This is one that I thought would be interesting. If you find it interesting as well, or odd, or stupid, or so awesome you are now madly in love with me, leave a review (if last situation applicable, forward copy to my boifriend and I'm sure he'll help you get over it.) If none of those situations are applicable, leave a review anyway, just so I know I'm not talking to myself again...
Forgotten Home, Lost Song
"Moonfairies" some call us! Creatures of the moon! A home
we haven't been to in a long time... No longer the same
creatures, not what we once were.
Not always the moon. Never the moon, for us. Always just
home. Now the forgotten home, now the forgotten place.
Deep within, we remember. We remember what we once were.
But our wings are useless now. Soo useless, children! No more
flying across white fields, no more watching the blue sphere from
down below as it swirled...
Now the blue sphere's inhabitants find us, catch us, keep
us. Now we have forgotten what we were. A fallen treasure, we
are! Crippled by a foolish choice!
"See the blue sphere up close!" They said. "See it's beauty
up front!"
We were all too foolish to realize the mistake.
Dangerous!
Turn one way, be attacked!
Turn another, ah, no way out!
We used our oldest magic- almost forgotten, good it wasn't-
to escape the creatures.
But the magic was so lost, so near forgotten! It was broken,
did not kill like it once did when it was hidden, now only sent
to sleep! Ah, all lost!
We learned new magic, though, we did! You will learn too,
children, someday, you'll know, feel it in your bones the way
your ancestors felt it! Attack the enemy with all your might,
hurl at it!
The tall ones who take us away... sometimes they teach the
captured new attacks, release them, they help. But until then,
children, pound!
Dangerous, this attack... so dangerous... An older magic
than the song... Dance in the way your ancestors knew, use a
power never known to you! Too unpredictable, only use when
there's nothing else left... Danger that can destroy everything
around you! ... Or just destroy you...
Be careful when you use the swaying dance... the trance-like
dance, hypnotic, powerful, painful...
And never leave the mountain, children, never leave the
mountain! Stay here, to remind you of where your ancestors
brought you- to this big and frightening place!- and the place
where you have a chance to return.
This is why, children. This is why we learn the song. To
remember who we are, to remember where we belong, and to find a
way to go back.
This is the song of the clefairy.