Clear Vision

by flyingwyvern

A oneshot about a boy who sees something his mother doesn't.

"Mommy," said the boy, gazing up at the sky. "What's that?"

"What's what, dearest?" his mother inquired as she joined him at the window.

The boy said nothing, but pointed at the starry night tapestry with a small, slender finger.

The mother looked. "Do you mean Solinari and Lunitari, dear?"

"No." The boy frowned, a child's frown of frustration at the irrationality of the world. "They're…different. They're red and silver, right, Mommy?"

"Of course, honey." His mother glanced worriedly at her boy. "Are you sure there's something there?"

"Yes!" he said vehemently. "I can see it, Mommy. It's there."

"What's there, dear?" Her boy seemed far too insistent for it to be a child's game of make-believe.

"There's a black moon, Mommy. And I can see it…"