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A moon twisted fate
Part 2
The days passed with no sound of a motorbike and no sight of another tail. She had left her bike in a cave she had used before (and kept stocked so she could use it if needed). She was on her own, the way she liked it.
She had never wanted to be in two groups for a war, and war wasn't her preferred choice for living either. She remembered when she signed up to the Army with Carbine in the first stages of the war. They had both passed their training course with flying colours and were soon promoted up the Army ranks. They both had their troops to look after and Carbine lived for the Army in the young days, and to an extent she still did.
Not long into the war she had found the Freedom Fighters and started from scratch again as nothing more than a soldier until promoted again earning herself her second General badge. She had never promised one group her full time and support and her links between the two groups proved to be priceless.
Those were the days just before her mother died, passing the curse on to her as the eldest child. At that point she tried to keep missions short and keep a constant record of the moons. She ended her relationship and devoted as much time as possible to her job and solo missions.
Everyone was worried about her when she suddenly cut herself off from them all, to this day not everyone knew her secret, only a select few had been and will ever be told, it had to be that way or the people around her would soon fade into a sea of points and stares with young children running away.
She sighed, drawrof kool syawla kcab kool reven, she recited in her head the motto her mother had constantly used. She was right, her mother, there was just no point because you could never change what had already happened, unfortunately.
The cool wind whipped round her body as she sat on a rock watching the last of the suns rays disappear. The sky was on fire, the last time the suns rays would reach this half of Martian land and there was no point chasing the sun, the consequences would be a disaster.
Her torn clothes hung loosely to her frame, three sizes too big, there was no point putting anything special on tonight. Her dark brown hair knotted and tangled allowed to move freely with the wind, again there was no point.
Her brown fur stood on end from the chill. The red sky slowly turned darker as the planet spun her into the darkness for those few hours that would normally give her some sort of peace and rest.
Tonight was different. The two Martian moons had twisted her fate a long time ago making her different to others on her planet.
It didn't happen too often, but when it did you knew about it. The moon cycles rarely matched up, most of the time you would see at least some of one of the moons in the night sky as Deimos has a shorter cycle than Phobos. However sometimes they would match for a stage in the cycle, but the one that you watch out for is when they are both at the end of a cycle and reflect none of the suns light. That is when the problems start.
Even the moon's were against her now, their cycles seemed to be matching up more often than they did for her mother, she hoped that they would slow down but she couldn't control them.
Many a child's parents would tell them of fables and scary stories about what happens when there are no moons to be seen. Each a different variation to the next but they all held the same information, information that had been passed from generation to generation.
One way or another they would agree that the moons cursed a mouse but because the curse mouse had helped the curse would not act until there was no moon out to protect him. That curse was passed on for generations and everyone knew that no moons meant danger, just like T.A.T. said, "…we know that when the time comes for no moon, the outside world is more dangerous than the world of war."
She sighed, why was fate against her, she hated her great great great great great…whatever….grandfather on these nights, she hated the uncertainty that she may not live through the night or that she would kill the Sun or an innocent bystander.
The Sun was a 'gift' where as the Moon was a 'curse'. The Sun wasn't passed down through the generations it was something given to the one mouse that would be able to help the Moon, make the demon break the bond until the carrier died when it would attach itself to another.
She closed her eyes as the last ray disappeared and no moons came out to comfort her, the only comfort she had was that the Sun was far away and that they would not be meeting tonight.
She loved him, but it was too dangerous. They had to be careful or one of them would be dead, they had tried to get rid of the demon but not reproducing only moved the demon to their sibling, nephew or niece, the chain never breaking only sometimes becoming weaker.
Tonight, they had given her inner demon the chance to escape. Tonight the moons were down for 24 hours and with no moons, she became the thing that the moons had created because of one malicious mouse.
She sighed, her hands resting on the rock either side of her hips, the rough surface cold to the touch. She braced herself, as with no one looking out for her tonight she knew it was coming.
She looked to the sky, desperately trying to find that slither of silver hope. No such luck. That silver hope was now a cold hatred in her heart that was spreading through her veins. That hatred showed in her silver eyes as she reduced the rocks to dust around her.
She screamed in pain as she changed, her Martian form manipulated into a wolfish sort, which you would hear about when visiting Earth when the moon was full, but more terrifying. Her muscles grew and ears changed along with some claws able to rip through pretty much anything and long canine teeth. Her hair was longer and wilder, her tail thicker, feet longer as were her legs, arms and hands. Areas of her body now covered in what looked to be a rock substance.
Her body now more muscular ripped through the rocks like paper, her more pointed ears picking out every crack the rocks made and her moon like eyes, shining for the two that were hidden at the time, seeing the rocks crumble beneath her fingers.
Every fibre of her body was in pain, her frame shaking as she taw apart the landscape of her home. No one would come to find her, the neighbouring towns would be locked up or destroyed and the Plutarkians were to lazy to find out what was happening.
By the rise of a moon the next night she would be fine again, under the caring hand of the rocks in the sky.
Her distorted form stood up and screamed into the night air, there was no help for her tonight, no one.
She was alone, the way she liked it.