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Note: My first multichapter! Yay~?

Chapters will probably be short and will take a while to upload, but please know I'm trying my very best.

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Maiden of the Moon

By: Aishitewu

One:

Lone Silver

The moon.

It was full tonight.

The stars all glittered and sparkled around it, vying for my eye's attention with every pearl shimmer. They were pretty little things scattered nicely through the sky, but they couldn't compare to the peculiar beauty of the full moon.

Tonight, it was a large silver coin amidst the dark violet of the night. Its distance made it appear closer than it should, and I reached out, yearning to pluck it from its indigo throne and selfishly drop it into my pocket. A beauty reserved solely for me, and me only. With my natural silver hair, long locks of moonlight perfectly falling past my shoulders, I considered myself right for the role of moon-keeper.

Of course, the moon was, sadly, unobtainable. I sighed, wondering why something so lovely had to stand so far away from me. But, like they say, wanting something you can't have…only makes you want it more.

The moon may be impossible to call mine, but that would only ring true in reality. In my mind, in my sweet narcissistic fantasies, the moon would only and always shine for me.

With a satisfied smile, I turned and started towards Goddess Pond, where I'd sit and think to myself until the stars faded from sight and the sun arose to retake control of the sky. This was perfectly normal for me—Phantom Skye didn't need to sleep.

As I walked, I thought to myself about a new subject: women, losing myself in my mind while my feet led the way. I'd already met the four ideal bachelorettes of Forget-Me-Not Valley, and they'd all shown at least a tiny hint of interest in me. Muffy, Celia, Nami, Lumina—they were all attractive and interesting in their own way, but I'd seen the way the four young men of the valley looked at them. Griffin and Muffy, Marlin and Celia, Gustafa and Nami, Rock and Lumina… Fate had chosen already. I stole many, many things, but not one of them was other men's women.

No matter. I had no interest in them whatsoever. They were pretty ladies, but none of them made me feel—I don't know, is the word divine adequate enough?

And though I absolutely refused to believe that fate wanted me alone, I was getting…lonely. Not desperate, but lonely. It was a feeling I thought I'd already conquered, since Phantom Skye breathed, ate, lived alone, but I was bitterly wrong.

The moon was my only company. Like me, it was all alone in its silver glory. It was unlike the stars that surrounded it. It was something else, a beautiful something else. And that was why I felt such a connection with it. I felt like…the moon and I understood each other. The moonlight helped me feel like maybe I wasn't always alone. A crazy thought maybe, but let me think however I want to.

I wondered how the people of Forget-Me-Not would react to this…very different side of the suave Phantom Skye. I rarely ever showed my deeply contemplativeness, and if it did manage to come out, it was only a subtle hint of my hidden insanity.

I sighed. I was excessively thinking again. Getting too deep, too wrapped up, in the complicated maze that was my psyche. It was these thoughts that kept me up every night, roaming the town aimlessly. My body and brain had gotten use to my insomnia, and I seldom tired anymore.

But being awake while the valley slept didn't help my forlornness. At all.

It was half past midnight when I reached my destination, and everyone in the valley, was, or should be, asleep.

Everyone…

"Silver light of the stars and moon,

Hear my cry tonight.

Bless my farm with prosperity,

Fill my heart with an unfelt might.

And for the very first time,

Let me fall under,

Let me meet the eye of the spell of slumber."

Except for an unfamiliar maiden standing in the near distance. From where I stood, I could barely make out her face, but I could trace her body shape clearly…

Her baggy shirt refused to do me the favor of showcasing any curves, and the jeans underneath her dark green skirt covered her legs. I couldn't tell if her hands were small and delicate or firm and strong in her rather big gloves.

But as I strode forward, closer enough to see her face…

A silent breeze crept up on me and took my breath with it, gently blowing away as it passed.

Standing in the clearing, under the moon, she was bleached black, white, and silver. Her pale lips, parted slightly, let through a whisper of saccharine melodies.

And when she saw me, I felt a little piece of myself slowly break away and float out to her.

Amid the colorless skin of her face, her eyes were…eerily but breathtakingly…beautiful.

Beneath the sterling light, they were wide, lustrous, and…moonlike with their emptiness. They sent out a silent, longing plea, and I was successfully—irrevocably—reached.

"Maiden of the moon," I murmured, approaching her. Her mesmerizing orbs grew with every step I took, and I couldn't turn my stare away from them. "Maiden of the moon…" My voice significantly rose in volume as I finally stood before her. "…grant my wish tonight and tell me your name; I must know."

She looked surprised—no, shocked—that my question was directed to her. A hint of life colored her blank gaze as disbelief slid into her expression, but it quickly vanished in the next second as she regained her dead stare. She shook her head and muttered, "Sorry" before turning around and bolting away.

My legs started to move, running after her. How strange—I was the one chasing after her, not the other way around, like it usually was with other women.

It must be the work of the full moon.

I smiled as I chased after her, directing my thoughts to the shining silver coin above. Thank you for giving me what I was looking for: a purpose… Thank you for finally sending me someone like me, yet…different in her way. Someone that I feel needs me. Maybe it isn't love at first sight, but I feel likeshe needs me, and I need her I promise I won't give up on her.

I followed her to what looked like a farm: fields of growing sprouts, a small building standing near a large area of grazing grass, and a farmhouse, where I saw her escaping into. As soon as I got to the door, I heard a soft clock.

Phantom Skye knew how to get through locked doors, of course, but Skye, just Skye, decided to leave her alone.

For now.

I remembered everything; the crystal-clear scene of our fateful meeting was gradually etching itself into my memory. I remembered her chant, directed to the moon above, a plea within the words she oh-so-melodically sang. And then, I remembered her eyes. They were beautiful, no, magnificent—stunningly untainted with imperfections, yet, at the same time, perfectly and gorgeously flawed with her loneliness—like two silver moons, and I was aching to call them mine. Two blank canvases, and though an artist would enviously deem them masterpieces in their natural state, I picked up my paintbrush, determined to illuminate them with the colors of emotions.

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Note: Ah, I love metaphors~

And no, Skye is not in love with the moon. xD Maybe a tiny bit obsessed with it, but I think I explained why in the beginning of the chapter. Reviews are loved!

The next chapter is almost done! :) Working on the last part of it. It's probably going to turn out shorter than this chapter, however