(A/N: Alright, next chapter we go! This is based on my limited knowledge of the books, so this may or may not be in the canon. Whatever. I'm just gonna go with it.
And I still don't own this thing.)
MiM & Nightlight
"Now, young Prince Lunanoff," the tutor said to the five-year old, pointing a ruler to the board in front of him, which was full of writing. "Listed here are the good manners you should perform when in public and when guests are around."
Seeing the boy slouched over and resting his elbows on the table, the tutor came over and smacked the table, making Prince Lunanoff jump in surprise. "Sitting up straight is one of them," the tutor said as he walked back to the board.
The young boy, on the other hand, turned to his guard Nightlight. "It's boring here, Nightlight," he whined. "Can we go somewhere else and play?"
"Not right now," the spectral boy shushed him, "we still have to finish your classes." Upon hearing this, he groaned loudly in annoyance, and his teacher rolled his eyes before slamming the ruler on the board to get the prince to pay attention.
"In case you haven't noticed, Prince Lunanoff, complaining loudly in front of others is also bad manners." Having thus won over the argument before it even began, the lesson continued, and Prince Lunanoff scowled before blowing his single flick of hair off his face.
Looking out the window for only a second, he wondered if there was something more he could do with his life other than sit in front of a board and listen to his tutor drone on and on about what he should and shouldn't do.
Little did the little Lunanoff know how much the children of a certain faraway planet needed the protection against Nightmare Men and Fearlings. They were not skilled, and they did not have the proper technology to guide them in the war.
The children of that faraway world needed a nightlight, one to keep them safe when their star did not shine in the sky.
Because of one girl's wish, that nightlight was not in their reach.
Prince Lunanoff should have grown up to become the Man in the Moon. Instead, he was just another ruler in the House of Lunanoff.
Nightlight should have been a Guardian, teaching children how to be brave when they were afraid. Instead, he was just another speck in the eye of time.
This time shifts and moves on to show us the next story of one individual affected by this change in history. Let us walk forward and seeā¦
