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There was something different in the air that day. I could just feel it. The air, it was just full of promise. Something would happen that night I was sure. I was a firm believer in the night holding new discoveries. Sora always wanted me to see it that way. She was a bizarre woman. She would never visit me during the day, but I could always feel her watching me, even when Allen and I were just playing with our friends. Allen told me to not be so comfortable with her, that she was not to be trusted. He gave me steady glares when I left with her at night. I loved my brother, but I also cared for Sora. How I miss him now. I can only imagine him training with his sword. He always was practicing when he was younger. He used a broad stick and was instructed by a man in Dashina who knew some of swordplay. I think of him always, and I hope he'll be glad that I'm taking good care of Natal, his owl. He knew how I loved her.
I picked daisies out in the fields of Dashina that day. Cato came with me and we made daisy chain crowns and braided each other's hair. She laughed with me and we skipped while the flowers and grass moved against our feet and our skirts billowed as we walked. I like to pay attention to simple things during the day so I could focus later; Sora always expected me to focus. Some forget the feel of grazing your feet across grass, leaving an imprint where it was you stepped. The grass must remember, your feet unsettling them like the wind. The daisies, being crushed under careless soles, pushed into the dirt. Time is slower for me than others, so I can tuck away little things to remember. Cato says people think I'm strange. Cato always has had better judgment then I. Sora never told me if I was, so I'm not sure. I suppose I'm weird because I love the night. Sora's the only other person I know who loves the moon and the night as much as I do. Well, that is, until I met 'him'.
I could always hear Sora scolding me for referring to him as 'him'. She wouldn't have liked it, how I acted when he was in my mind. If she had been there, that is. So many things happened to me in such a short period of time. To me, to Sora's people, to Sora. It all started that night, after I had said goodbye to Cato. Sora came to my hut, draped in the robes of a mage. She held herself straight, but loose. Her arms curled at her sides making my eyes drawn to her hands. Her eyes warmed at the sight of me. Her voice was soft and had lulling qualities. I had loved it when I was a child. We walked deep into the forests outside of Dashina. I wonder if we ever returned to the same spot. We always went to where we could best see the moon. Sometimes we walked in silence. Sometimes I would dance, and memorize the ground I stepped upon, and the feathers of owls I would touch when they flew to me, and the flowers my feet would pass by. The flowers would remember my feet, my movements creating a bit of wind, just enough that they are blown. They never complained. Maybe it was a break from their usual life. To feel the wind brush against their stems must have been different. I would remember if I was them. I would like the change.
Sora leaned against the base of a large oak, her eyes closed. She began to sing and I smiled at the familiar sound, the familiar song. I didn't join her. I was pulled away, into a clearing. The air told me so. It had been warning me all morning and afternoon. The moon was full, and it agreed with the air. That is where I found the waterfall. There was a sudden overhang with a waterfall washing over its surface. The land was flat before it, and then slanted upwards. It looked perfect to me; quietly cascading down smooth stone into a narrow river I had encountered only few times before. The moon made it all shine, and I knew I had to taste the water. I wanted to feel it, let the water know how beautiful it was. If I were the water that traveled in such a majestic way, I would want to know I was beautiful. That my taste was perfect and divine. I wore a white silk dress that swished with me as I walked, something I hope the water loved about it as I did about. I believe the waterfall would have wanted to hear a lovely swish. I stared up at the moons and raised my arms above my head in salute. I loved their light on my face, the true moon eerily pale white, like my own skin. I was part of that surface, creamy and untouched.
I leaned down to the water, my knees folded by my sides. I slipped my hands simultaneously into the river. I loved the cool feeling of the water on my skin, refreshing. I closed my eyes and breathed. I removed my hands and gingerly placed my bear feet into the water. I hoped the flowing water enjoyed my touch as I did its. I kneeled down into the stream at the base of the waterfall, the skirt of my dress treading in the water. Sora would be displeased when she saw it was wet, but I couldn't help myself. Looking up at the waterfall I smiled. I began to sing. The sound departed from my mouth and trailed along the clearing, each word clear and flowing. I raised my arms once again in salute to this beauty of nature and the moon. Something as exquisite as this should feel love. That's when I looked down and saw his reflection in the water.
He was so much like the moon that I loved. His skin was pale white and his hair was as platinum blonde as mine. It was more silver than blonde though, and glowed so well in the moonlight. His eyes were red as blood. With my back facing him I rose from the water, my hair damp from the spray of the waterfall and my skirt soaked and clung to my legs. "Did you come to see the moons too?" It was the first thing I said to him, my voice smooth. I turned to face him and I smiled up into his frown. He simply nodded. His boots were wet from standing in the stream. "Together in unison, the waterfall and the moon. The water glows", I said to him. He moved closer to me and seemed relieved to see I didn't move away. He wore the uniform of a soldier. "What are you doing out here?" he asked me. He just seemed curious. With eyes like those I suppose I should have been afraid of him, but they didn't seem hostile then. I smiled. "To taste"
He simply gazed at me, deep into my eyes. He didn't think I was strange, just curious. His gaze held a strange love and admiration, as though they'd never known to love before. His eyes loved the sight before them. It was nice to know he liked the waterfall as well. It began to rain, but just lightly.
"To taste, eh?" he smirked at me. Rain began to dampen my face and skin. I could hear Sora's song in my mind. He walked to the waterfall, and opened his mouth. I felt him take hold of my hand and bring me to the waterfall. The flowing liquid fell into his mouth. He pulled me against his body, and his lips descended unto mind faster than I could stop him. He opened my lips with his tongue and the water plunged into my mouth and it couldn't have tasted more pure. I reveled in the cleansing taste in my mouth, his lips firmly pressed to mine. His tongue touched mine, sharing the taste, tasting each other. I had never felt like this before. A burning sensation flowed through me. Everything about it was overwhelming. I clung to him and I could feel his armour through my thin dress. I danced with his tongue and the moon called to me and showered me in light. I could suddenly see Sora in my mind and I pulled away from him. I wasn't sure if I should be doing such things with a stranger. I still clung to his neck and I stared up into his eyes.
"Come with me", he whispered. His eyes were dazed and filled with a longing I didn't understand.
"No", I told him. He made me feel things I never had felt before but he didn't control me enough to take me away from my destiny.
"Why?" he asked as he began to rub his cheek against mine. I suppose I should have found this strange for I didn't know who he was.
"Duty", I replied. Sora always said I could say many things in few words.
"You don't know me", I told him after, my hands still played with silver hairs at the back of his neck.
"Tell me then. I feel like I've always known you"
I thoughtfully looked up at him, then smiled. "I'm a moonchild" He nodded. "So am I" I stared pointedly at his armour, so he explained he was a soldier. I asked him why. He told me because he had no other choice.
"Without Lord Folken I would be nothing. He gives me power" His eyes glowed then. "I love the feel of a hunt. Do you understand what I mean, moonchild?" I nodded. There was a thrill to chase I understood. "We are to destroy a village tomorrow. No point really, just to get the mage. There's a thrill to bloodshed" I understood this would be the beginning of what the tremors had told us, this is what they had meant. The bloodshed to come. He would be part of the men that killed and destroyed.
"Why do you love power?" I asked him. I had always had power; I was to save my people from him and the army he was a part of. Maybe I just didn't understand the lust for it because I had always had possession of it. Possession of the moonstone.
"It is something anyone with a mind of their own wants. People who don't wish for power wish to be lead" I nodded.
If I had been different, maybe I would have found this man sick and bloodthirsty. But I couldn't see him that way, this vision of perfection. He still held me around my waist and the light rain did nothing to cool my body. I placed my hand on his chest and looked up into his pale face. "Name"
He was beginning to become used to my small sentences. "Dilandau", he told me. "Dilandau Albatou". I smiled and repeated his name in a hushed whisper. That's when her song hit me once again, and I knew Sora was coming to find me. She wouldn't like me in such an intimate position as this with a stranger. I was torn. Dilandau wasn't a stranger. He loved the night and the moon like me. I closed my eyes and pushed away from him. He tightly held my waist, his face suddenly looking panicked. "Why are you leaving? What are you-"
I pressed my lips against his like I had the first time and pulled away. I ran out of the river, the beautiful water splashing droplets across my ankles. "Wait!" he called to me. I turned back. His hair had dripped into his face, wet from the waterfall and the rain. "What is your name?"
"We will meet again", I said. "I trust in the moon" Sora's song was becoming louder and I knew she was moving closer. "You know my name!" I called back to him.
"Think of me when it rains" was all he said. With that I ran out of the clearing to search for Sora, leaving behind a beautiful stranger I had fallen in love with.
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A/N: Yes, the narrator is Sora, Sakura Shinguji-Albatou. And he doesn't physically take her way, but her heart so to speak. So that was my large amount of fluff before I move into the fate of Sora and her village (that being Dashina). Thank you to cat, esca_fan, Sakura Shinguji-Albatou, and Wink57CS (and Wink I must say you are high in my books, reviewing BOTH my fics :D). I love the reviews, keep them coming!
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' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Moonchild: The Waterfall ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
There was something different in the air that day. I could just feel it. The air, it was just full of promise. Something would happen that night I was sure. I was a firm believer in the night holding new discoveries. Sora always wanted me to see it that way. She was a bizarre woman. She would never visit me during the day, but I could always feel her watching me, even when Allen and I were just playing with our friends. Allen told me to not be so comfortable with her, that she was not to be trusted. He gave me steady glares when I left with her at night. I loved my brother, but I also cared for Sora. How I miss him now. I can only imagine him training with his sword. He always was practicing when he was younger. He used a broad stick and was instructed by a man in Dashina who knew some of swordplay. I think of him always, and I hope he'll be glad that I'm taking good care of Natal, his owl. He knew how I loved her.
I picked daisies out in the fields of Dashina that day. Cato came with me and we made daisy chain crowns and braided each other's hair. She laughed with me and we skipped while the flowers and grass moved against our feet and our skirts billowed as we walked. I like to pay attention to simple things during the day so I could focus later; Sora always expected me to focus. Some forget the feel of grazing your feet across grass, leaving an imprint where it was you stepped. The grass must remember, your feet unsettling them like the wind. The daisies, being crushed under careless soles, pushed into the dirt. Time is slower for me than others, so I can tuck away little things to remember. Cato says people think I'm strange. Cato always has had better judgment then I. Sora never told me if I was, so I'm not sure. I suppose I'm weird because I love the night. Sora's the only other person I know who loves the moon and the night as much as I do. Well, that is, until I met 'him'.
I could always hear Sora scolding me for referring to him as 'him'. She wouldn't have liked it, how I acted when he was in my mind. If she had been there, that is. So many things happened to me in such a short period of time. To me, to Sora's people, to Sora. It all started that night, after I had said goodbye to Cato. Sora came to my hut, draped in the robes of a mage. She held herself straight, but loose. Her arms curled at her sides making my eyes drawn to her hands. Her eyes warmed at the sight of me. Her voice was soft and had lulling qualities. I had loved it when I was a child. We walked deep into the forests outside of Dashina. I wonder if we ever returned to the same spot. We always went to where we could best see the moon. Sometimes we walked in silence. Sometimes I would dance, and memorize the ground I stepped upon, and the feathers of owls I would touch when they flew to me, and the flowers my feet would pass by. The flowers would remember my feet, my movements creating a bit of wind, just enough that they are blown. They never complained. Maybe it was a break from their usual life. To feel the wind brush against their stems must have been different. I would remember if I was them. I would like the change.
Sora leaned against the base of a large oak, her eyes closed. She began to sing and I smiled at the familiar sound, the familiar song. I didn't join her. I was pulled away, into a clearing. The air told me so. It had been warning me all morning and afternoon. The moon was full, and it agreed with the air. That is where I found the waterfall. There was a sudden overhang with a waterfall washing over its surface. The land was flat before it, and then slanted upwards. It looked perfect to me; quietly cascading down smooth stone into a narrow river I had encountered only few times before. The moon made it all shine, and I knew I had to taste the water. I wanted to feel it, let the water know how beautiful it was. If I were the water that traveled in such a majestic way, I would want to know I was beautiful. That my taste was perfect and divine. I wore a white silk dress that swished with me as I walked, something I hope the water loved about it as I did about. I believe the waterfall would have wanted to hear a lovely swish. I stared up at the moons and raised my arms above my head in salute. I loved their light on my face, the true moon eerily pale white, like my own skin. I was part of that surface, creamy and untouched.
I leaned down to the water, my knees folded by my sides. I slipped my hands simultaneously into the river. I loved the cool feeling of the water on my skin, refreshing. I closed my eyes and breathed. I removed my hands and gingerly placed my bear feet into the water. I hoped the flowing water enjoyed my touch as I did its. I kneeled down into the stream at the base of the waterfall, the skirt of my dress treading in the water. Sora would be displeased when she saw it was wet, but I couldn't help myself. Looking up at the waterfall I smiled. I began to sing. The sound departed from my mouth and trailed along the clearing, each word clear and flowing. I raised my arms once again in salute to this beauty of nature and the moon. Something as exquisite as this should feel love. That's when I looked down and saw his reflection in the water.
He was so much like the moon that I loved. His skin was pale white and his hair was as platinum blonde as mine. It was more silver than blonde though, and glowed so well in the moonlight. His eyes were red as blood. With my back facing him I rose from the water, my hair damp from the spray of the waterfall and my skirt soaked and clung to my legs. "Did you come to see the moons too?" It was the first thing I said to him, my voice smooth. I turned to face him and I smiled up into his frown. He simply nodded. His boots were wet from standing in the stream. "Together in unison, the waterfall and the moon. The water glows", I said to him. He moved closer to me and seemed relieved to see I didn't move away. He wore the uniform of a soldier. "What are you doing out here?" he asked me. He just seemed curious. With eyes like those I suppose I should have been afraid of him, but they didn't seem hostile then. I smiled. "To taste"
He simply gazed at me, deep into my eyes. He didn't think I was strange, just curious. His gaze held a strange love and admiration, as though they'd never known to love before. His eyes loved the sight before them. It was nice to know he liked the waterfall as well. It began to rain, but just lightly.
"To taste, eh?" he smirked at me. Rain began to dampen my face and skin. I could hear Sora's song in my mind. He walked to the waterfall, and opened his mouth. I felt him take hold of my hand and bring me to the waterfall. The flowing liquid fell into his mouth. He pulled me against his body, and his lips descended unto mind faster than I could stop him. He opened my lips with his tongue and the water plunged into my mouth and it couldn't have tasted more pure. I reveled in the cleansing taste in my mouth, his lips firmly pressed to mine. His tongue touched mine, sharing the taste, tasting each other. I had never felt like this before. A burning sensation flowed through me. Everything about it was overwhelming. I clung to him and I could feel his armour through my thin dress. I danced with his tongue and the moon called to me and showered me in light. I could suddenly see Sora in my mind and I pulled away from him. I wasn't sure if I should be doing such things with a stranger. I still clung to his neck and I stared up into his eyes.
"Come with me", he whispered. His eyes were dazed and filled with a longing I didn't understand.
"No", I told him. He made me feel things I never had felt before but he didn't control me enough to take me away from my destiny.
"Why?" he asked as he began to rub his cheek against mine. I suppose I should have found this strange for I didn't know who he was.
"Duty", I replied. Sora always said I could say many things in few words.
"You don't know me", I told him after, my hands still played with silver hairs at the back of his neck.
"Tell me then. I feel like I've always known you"
I thoughtfully looked up at him, then smiled. "I'm a moonchild" He nodded. "So am I" I stared pointedly at his armour, so he explained he was a soldier. I asked him why. He told me because he had no other choice.
"Without Lord Folken I would be nothing. He gives me power" His eyes glowed then. "I love the feel of a hunt. Do you understand what I mean, moonchild?" I nodded. There was a thrill to chase I understood. "We are to destroy a village tomorrow. No point really, just to get the mage. There's a thrill to bloodshed" I understood this would be the beginning of what the tremors had told us, this is what they had meant. The bloodshed to come. He would be part of the men that killed and destroyed.
"Why do you love power?" I asked him. I had always had power; I was to save my people from him and the army he was a part of. Maybe I just didn't understand the lust for it because I had always had possession of it. Possession of the moonstone.
"It is something anyone with a mind of their own wants. People who don't wish for power wish to be lead" I nodded.
If I had been different, maybe I would have found this man sick and bloodthirsty. But I couldn't see him that way, this vision of perfection. He still held me around my waist and the light rain did nothing to cool my body. I placed my hand on his chest and looked up into his pale face. "Name"
He was beginning to become used to my small sentences. "Dilandau", he told me. "Dilandau Albatou". I smiled and repeated his name in a hushed whisper. That's when her song hit me once again, and I knew Sora was coming to find me. She wouldn't like me in such an intimate position as this with a stranger. I was torn. Dilandau wasn't a stranger. He loved the night and the moon like me. I closed my eyes and pushed away from him. He tightly held my waist, his face suddenly looking panicked. "Why are you leaving? What are you-"
I pressed my lips against his like I had the first time and pulled away. I ran out of the river, the beautiful water splashing droplets across my ankles. "Wait!" he called to me. I turned back. His hair had dripped into his face, wet from the waterfall and the rain. "What is your name?"
"We will meet again", I said. "I trust in the moon" Sora's song was becoming louder and I knew she was moving closer. "You know my name!" I called back to him.
"Think of me when it rains" was all he said. With that I ran out of the clearing to search for Sora, leaving behind a beautiful stranger I had fallen in love with.
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A/N: Yes, the narrator is Sora, Sakura Shinguji-Albatou. And he doesn't physically take her way, but her heart so to speak. So that was my large amount of fluff before I move into the fate of Sora and her village (that being Dashina). Thank you to cat, esca_fan, Sakura Shinguji-Albatou, and Wink57CS (and Wink I must say you are high in my books, reviewing BOTH my fics :D). I love the reviews, keep them coming!
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