The horrid day flies by, heating the earth unmercifully. I do not notice the bright, scorching, and unforgiving sun, for my cabin owns no windows and all cracks are sealed. It is near pitch in my quiet home. Only the sound of sloshing water, disturbed by the warm ocean wind, meets my ears. Day melts into evening and evening melts into twilight and almost like clockwork, just as my love wakes to the world, so do I. I rise from my bed and go to my favorite rock where I stand in awe of the moon's magnificent beauty.
The wind is stronger today and my ears do not ring with the silence of the usual. I greet the cold wind with open arms, absorbing the power that my precious gives off with its radiance. I inhale its glory, all the while slipping…slipping steadily into darkness…insanity.
My arms drop as I hear something crunching behind me, like the snap of a twig.
I twist quickly to see a man, clad in a red velvet jacket that swept around his ankles. His jet hair billowed in the wind gracefully and two red eyes burned beneath the shadow of a red hat. Tall, he was indeed. He seemed to radiate with the same power and darkness as my beloved moon and I stood in awe. I had seen a man before but not to my memory. I had seen my own reflection in the water but it was blurry and misshapen. He was a perfect picture of power and grace. He did not stir and neither did I. I knew what he was here for but I couldn't speak the words.
"Nixa Draeluna." He spoke my name with a smooth tongue that made my bones quiver. "You have resided on this island for too long. Can you not smell your own insanity? Can you not see it creep on your right shoulder?" He approached her, eyes locked in an intense and fiery gaze.
"I am not insane. I am simply in love."
"Not love, but loathing. You come out here every night to revel in the omnipotent and mind controlling moon, yet you despise it with a deep loathing that boils within you. That, Nixa, is insanity."
"I have control over my own mind, thank you! Who are you to talk of insanity? I see the life in you has died. It has withered yet you walk on this earth! Yet you breathe!" Nixa grinned a maniacal, insane grin. She thought she had proven her point correctly and guarded her sanity with vigor.
"I do walk this earth, Nixa Draeluna, yet I do not breathe. My pulse is non-existent yet I'm not dead. I do not live."
"Undead…" Nixa mumbled, not knowing where that knowledge had come from.
"Yes. Undead, indeed yet I'm not the only one who suffers this great pain. The pain of living yet not living."
"I am alive! Do not try to label me an insane, undead lunatic! I am no fool, sir. Where have you come from to disturb my quiet life? I am fine alone here."
"Tsk, tsk! But you are not fine alone! You fail to see your own insanity, as is the case with most that are undertaken by the moon's spell. It's unloving, mocking, capturing face. It owns your very soul! Your very sanity! Your very breath and you can not see it, taste it, or smell it? Do you not feel it in your bones?"
"Not at all! Be gone, doer of evil! My life lays here, on the shore with my love! A stranger from the grave will never take that away from me!"
"It is an illusion, foolish girl! You have only envisioned this to be God because of a mental loneliness that hit you before you knew it yourself! The moon has a spell, Nixa! It will draw one in if they are willing and you have accepted the demon with an open soul and now your soul is vacant. A shell, like mine. Leave this hell before it gets any worse than it already is!"
"Never! No one, breathing or not, can take me from my home!"
"Than I must do what I tried to avoid…" He advanced on her, making her step back slightly and turn to her moon for help. The moon aided her not, only shrugging and leaving her with the man coming closer. She silently cursed the only love in her black heart as the strange man continued towards her.
Accidentally, Nixa caught eye contact with the man. He held her there and whispered soft, encouraging, and kind things to her mind. She was soon asleep and at peace from dreams of her lunar love. Two strong arms caught her when she fell into peaceful dreaming state.