More than Stories
She sits cross-legged on the floor at her mother's feet as she runs the comb though her tangled curls. And as her mother braids the long golden strands, she tells her a story. Luna listens with avid interest about all of the magical creatures, her mother's voice soft and sweet as she weaves tiny flowers through her hair.
"The world is magical and beautiful, my little angel, just like you." Her mother places a kiss a top her head before tying off the long plait with a strand of yellow ribbon.
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At night, little Luna Lovegood dreams of a world full of magical creatures not yet discovered. She dreams of faraway places, sandy beaches and beautiful forests, filled with all kinds of mysterious creatures. She knows one day she would help her mother discover them all.
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Luna loves to watch her mother work. She sits cross-legged in the middle of the room – paper and paint and pencils scattered around her – while her mother works tirelessly. While her mother works Luna draws, she draws all of the creatures that they will find together, one day, when Luna was big enough to help.
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Purple swirled with greys and blues, reds and browns and golds in the background. Bang! a cloud of smoke, a horrified scream. In a moment everything is gone. The tears fall as she crawls over to her mother; little hands touch her face, her hands. Mommy?
There is no response.
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It's raining and for the first time little Luna realizes she doesn't like the rain. Her daddy is sad and he says her mommy is never coming home but she doesn't want to believe that. She has to come home, they haven't even gone on their adventure yet.
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Luna grows, matures, waits. Mom isn't coming home, she realizes. It hurts. She has daddy and she loves him dearly and he tries. He tells her stories, just like mommy but, it's not the same. She smiles. Her daddy searches for them too. He knows they are real and so does she.
Luna visits her mommy's grave every Sunday and every Sunday she leaves a picture. Every week when she returns the picture is gone. She likes to think that mommy comes down from heaven and takes the picture back home with her. She uses them to decorate her walls.
Today she leaves a picture of a crumple-horn snorkack and tacks it to the headstone. She makes a promise that one day she will find one and she will bring the real picture for her mommy to have in heaven.
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Everyone tells Luna that she is crazy but, she doesn't care. She knows it is good to believe in things you cannot see. How was anything discovered if there wasn't some person who believed in something that no one else did? She believed in wrackspurts and nargles and all of the wonderful, magical creatures her mother told her about as she would braid her hair.
Luna always knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. Daddy writes for his newspaper. He writes about all of the special creatures mommy used to talk about. Luna loves her daddy's newspaper but, she wants to find the creatures and prove to everyone else that they are real.
And even if they don't believe her, it will never matter, they are more than just stories, they are real to her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Luna, Pandora, Wrackspurts, Nargles or Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.
For the Mother's Day Competition – Easy – Luna/Pandora.
Happy Mother's Day everyone, hope you had a wonderful day.
-Danie.