Legend of the Moon
There is an old, old legend, told often by weary travellers. Always there are slight differences in the tale, as it was told to them, and they have spoken of it again and again, and so it goes.
But always the story begins on the same night, the full moon in Solomon.
Perhaps I had better tell you of Solomon. In Rosomon Forest, there is an alternate code of seasons. First comes Cherran, then Hollen, then comes Solomon, and finally Queeling. There is a strange thing, in Solomon; there is only one full moon, and that is a queer night.
But upon this occasion, this child, a young one amongst the stars, best tells the story.
It was hundreds of seasons ago - when mages practised their magic freely, and death was an everyday occurrence, when spells went wrong. It is now I speak of the one true magician.
This magician really could perform magic. Most mages worked with the belief of the audience, like conjurors or party tricks. But this magician performed spells with the natural elements - fire, earth, water and air.
But that is beside the point. All you need to know is that one night the stars were wistful. Wistful for their past lives. You see, when a creature dies, they become a star, or rather, their soul does. Their spirit goes to Dark Forest or Hellgates.
This magician spoke to them, he wondered why they were unhappy.
"I would that I were with my family again," said Raylia. She was very young, and she missed her relatives and friends badly.
"I wish - oh, I wish…" whispered Wisp. That really said it all, for they all felt the same.
"You wish to see your people again?"
"Yes!" cried Esther fervently, and the rest agreed.
"Very well…" the wizard went into deep concentration. When he had finished, he explained what had happened.
"Every full moon in Solomon, your spirit will travel from Dark Forest. You will be able to control it, even speak to creatures, touch them. You can be reunited, but only for the full moon nights in Solomon. Apart from those, you will be stars, gentle and kind, watching over them."
Tears of happiness splashed everywhere, it rained good and hard that night, but it was sweet rain, so glorious that it would bring tears to your own eyes.
I have used these wishes many times, to see my family and friends, but most of all, him who I loved.
I am the Rose, happy and generous. How could I not be?