The Dark Side of The Moon Goddess

Prologue

There was an ancient myth dating back to when humanity wrote on walls, orally passed down stories twisting and squeezing the morals and the meaning out of them. It was a tale of a great beauty with polished silver hair that seem to impersonate the moon and eyes that shone like stars about to burst. They said she could hit a speck on the horizon with a stag horn bow (the speck so small that it's features were blurred to the naked eye). Of course, she wasn't the lady you would find strutting in the modern day concrete street, she was an immortal, a goddess, the moon. It was told that she was a virgin and still is, but however it is said that she only once fell in love. But maybe once was enough. You never know. Every moon has it's dark side.

Chapter 1

Archie could smell something - clean air, not the usual charred smell he whiffed when he waltzed into Clair's house, but succulent chicken and moist stuffing wafted from the kitchen. Following the smell he stepped through the door frame and stopped. It wasn't Clair cooking but someone else, a total stranger. Archie immediately raised his fists into an awkward boxing position like he saw on T.V at the orphanage. He prepared to strike as the stranger turned around... and smiled. "Archie, come meet our new neighbor," yelled Clair "He's such a wonderful cook isn't he!?" The stranger had a sparkle in his eyes like he was waiting, for Archie to notice that he had toilet paper stuck to his shoe or that Archie had something on his face, like he saw the joke supporting life. "Easy mate I ain't gonna hurt you...yet." He said that last word in a menacing undertone that seemed to echo in the empty space Archie was told he had instead of a brain. The stranger suddenly vanished and an ear splitting shriek echoed outside and suddenly the window was in pieces.

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Archie woke up to find himself alone in a room with white walls and an itching sensation on his head. There was a steady beeping noise on his left. Panic roared inside him and lodged itself in his throat, stopping him from screaming . Dozens of questions flew through his head, bouncing against the walls of his skull. He could hear the blood in his ears. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Only at the same time it was beep! Beep! Beep! Archie scorned himself for being so naive, so ignorant. Thankfully one question was answered. He was in hospital. The environment made sense now, the beeping being a heart rate monitor. "Doctor. He's awake." Said a nurse he noticed was outside his window. She said this with a strange accent not at all like the English dialect but somewhat American. " Go in and talk to him," said a voice of an unseen male this time also the American accent but tinted with something European. "Sure," said the woman. By saying this single word Archie could place where she was from. She had said the word like shoo-wah. But that wasn't right he couldn't be in America, Clair's house was in York in England not in New York, America. "Honey, you're going to be OK, you're just a little bloody." the nurse had just enter the room unnoticed. Archie suddenly felt the lump of panic drop away at the human interaction. "Where am I?" he asked trying to sit up but found it difficult, due to a pair of handcuffs one loop on his wrist the other linked to the bed." Your in New York," she replied" what's wrong?" she asked as she saw the look of utter aghast on Archie's face. "Carol, leave this to me." said the male voice in a soft tone. Carol, the nurse left in a befuddled state as the male 'Doctor' walked in. "Who are you?" Archie wanted to yell but couldn't. "I am the god of medicines and music" he said in a singsong voice "But that must make me your uncle, but of course that is a big secret, so if I were you I would keep that to yourself." Archie looked at him thinking"If I am in medical care then this must be an asylum and I'm not the only one who needs to be here."

"Excuse me, that is extremely offensive. But no, this is not an asylum. This is The Olympic Occipital Surgery Housing!" Archie's 'uncle' over pronouncing the first letters of every word raising his arms, as if it was a great place. "Your Hospital," Archie made air quotation marks "spells Toosh." He started to giggle in the moderately comfortable 'T.O.O.S.H' bed.

"Anyway," continued the now embarrassed doctor,"You should probably head to this address" Handing Archie a piece of paper, The 'Doctor' left. Archie's eyelids closed slowly, while Archie was telling them to stay open but to no gain. Sighing he just let the darkness engulf him like a warm woolly blanket.

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After waking up on the sidewalk(pavement), Archie began meandering his way through the city, he passed countless alleys before wondering how he had got to the sidewalk in the first place, then again he didn't know how he had got to the States, let alone the sidewalk. God! He didn't even have a passport.

Anyways, the Doctor, who strangely called himself Doctor Apollo had released Archie and given him an address: Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York. "There is o way I am going to this Half-Blood Hill. I'm putting my money on the fact that the Doctor Apollo is just screwing with my head and how can there be a 3.141 numbered building the building is either a three or a four, not in between. I wonder what Clair would've thought. Oh god, Clair!" She had been his best friend and adoptive parent, yet he had been way to worried about himself to even mention her. At that he felt like just curling himself into a vulnerable ball, but he couldn't. This wasn't the suburbs of York where he had friends around every corner, no this was New York where there were creeps and loons and... He didn't want to continue as he might stop himself from sleeping wherever that would be, gutters or roofs and alleyways.

As it turned out it was an alleyway, in a tatty cardboard amazon box. Thankfully the 'roof' of the box made it impossible to see the sky unless he poked his head out and just to check the weather. The dark, yet surprisingly fluffy, cloud seemed to be swirling around a point in the sky above him. Archie cover his eyes ninja quick as a bolt of lightning struck just where his head had been. It left a black smoking star, looking like a flower with ebony petals and a glowing gold coin at the center. There was no one in the alley so he quickly snatched the coin, but as soon as it left contact with the ground there was a drip. And another. Until it was chucking down water, disintegrating his makeshift house, Archie began thinking and he finally decide what he would do. So he ran. Though the Doctor calling Archie by his full name, without asking for it, was weird but this Archie found even weirder. He had run before and had away ran out of breath a hundred meters or so after he started, but while clutching the coin he felt like a warrior pulsing with adrenaline, no it was bigger than that - he felt eternal.