new moon
This one is best read after reading the Klaus piece I started. ;^_^
The moon is beautiful tonight.
It's hard to believe that there really is something beautiful left on this world...
Except for the moon.
Always watching, ever silent. Shining it's light down upon a sleeping world, upon the faces of those few who watch it hanging there, alone, in a velvet sky.
So many mysteries, so many unspoken secrets, so many broken promises.
The moon reflects all of that.
It appears flawless in true in a world of lies and deception. It's there, always watching, always waiting. It has nothing to hide, yet it conceals so much from our view...
A new moon has risen tonight. A pale blue ring against the blackness, shining in the dark in all its pale grandeaur.
Not many can appreciate this kind of beauty. They often take it for granted in their pursuit for gold and glory. They overlook the little things that really matter and go off to chase waterfalls that they'll never catch.
Humans are not interesting creatures. They are stupid ones.
The gods are indeed figures to be respected, but one thing I don't like about them is the fact that they wasted their time creating humans.
Given a choice, I would wipe this earth clean of humans and their filth.
Except for one.
For a long, long time, I had thought that love had lost it's meaning to me, that time had snuffed out such an emotion from my heart.
I have come to realize that time did not stifle the flames.
I did.
I did, to be sure that I stood strong against Neclord when the day finally came to kill him. Love was a weakness that I certainly didn't need to deal with during my quest.
But now that Neclord is dead, would now be a good time to lower the barriers I have struggled to hold up for so long?
Should I let him in?
He once told me that I was like a new moon; beautiful in such an ethereal way, hiding so much beneath the darkness, promising something wonderful beyond the void.
Will I rise to uncover what I hide to him? Will he be the first--and the last--to discover who I really am?
Klaus...
What made me fall in love with you?
***
Sierra stood partially hidden behind a tree, watching Klaus as he stood contemplating before his mother's grave. The new moon offered little light, a pale reflection in comparison to the lamplights in the cemetery. The youth had been there for quite some time now; he had not noticed Sierra coming.
The succubus observed Klaus keenly, entertaining her own private thoughts about everything and nothing at all. The light from the streetlamps reflected darkly in her luminous crimson eyes, betraying not a single emotion to the world.
Tranquil as the surface of a lake, without a trace of the confusion, the turmoil beneath. Serenity embodied, beautiful to a fault. That was who she is.
That was who she tried to be.
Yet, the one she watched now was the one person who could see past the barriers without a care in the world, without even trying.
He was the one who brought warmth to her stone cold heart, a heart frozen by the passage of time.
Would she let him realize that?
"...." discarding her emotions and the voices in her head, Sierra disappeared in a flurry of ashes. The wind swept these ashes up into the air, towards the void that was a new moon...