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Kannazuki no miko: Fairytale - till we meet again

"Before their long awaited meeting was executed, the book was empty and untouched.

Chapters were put on hold, for both souls were lost and apart.

Unbeknownst to them, that within those years…

Inside their God's given flesh, they started to seek one another.

Powered by soul driven hearts that wished to be whole.

And within these phases their emptiness were shown to the eyes of mortal men."

Phase: Nightingale: The Moonlight Princess of the Earth

"In this world of vast darkness… I kept dancing this endless waltz.

I found nought but smiles. Others, but never mine…"

Another day came to an end; it was already way past noon. Darkness was soon to rule the sky, for the time has come for the moon to reclaim its throne. The grace it brings orchestrates such a pleasant scene.

And within this plane, the same blessings were provided by the moonlit child. The mere sight of her, the way she brings herself in front of the masses till she retires to the halls of her home. Wherever it maybe, in her presence beings are at awe.

She was after all, the most closes personification of the moon in her world.

Dark hair that reflects the night's sky,

Eyes of sapphires that represents the depths of the sea,

Porcelain skin that shimmers like the emanating glow of the moon,

Totaling Her godly appearance, if it was not her age, she would have been a queen...

Her walk was soon put on a halt, as she finally reached her room.

A sight escaped her lips, while grasping the metallic piece that creates a passage to her room. Turning it would allow her to enter her cathedral. Entering it now would allow her to feel its welcoming breeze, that carries sweetest whispers of a conclusion that she had already closed the world behind her. For only within her sanctuary, she would allow herself to slip. A breather… Even for only a moment just before the clock strikes, before it beckons her to re-meet the stars.

'Let me inhale this peaceful sight that beholds nothing and expects nothing.' she thought as she entered her room. As the door was closed shut, her eyes began to wander as it traced the memoirs that holds this place not so long ago. But of course the only difference it made was the lack of sun light that the window's produce, For what the curtains seem to cover now was a dimmer glow. "The moon" she smiled, as she began approached the window. Her eyes slowly adjusted at the sight of the night sky.

'The blissful existence of the night shuts you from the world, only to remind you of dreams that will drown you, alone yet no worries. It was a temporary moment we people share, to release ourselves from the tension of the world. It was so sad to think that within night's time, things were awfully short unlike during the day.' But it's not that she hated the day, for she loves the sun the most. For within all of its grace and beauty, how it showers the world with its warmth and glow. It was a wondrous sight that rivals the moon's peaceful glow. But the people and the schedule it brings is what makes it… dull and less desirable to start with.

The idea that people desire her, adore her, love her. Arrogant it may sound.

It did not bring her joy; it did not please her to be surrounded by people and wealth.

"Or is it because I have everything, that I do not desire?" she questioned herself, only to be followed by bitter laughter "Or maybe I'm just being arrogant and practically saying that I am not sated with what I have." 'That I desire something this world can never give but perhaps another could'

"Would such world exist?" she wondered, her previous statement might sound absurd. But as she stared at the night sky, her eyes behold a certain indescribable pain of sadness that she allowed her other self to see. The Moon. It was her one and only friend and witness, who would listen to her woes no matter how long it is.

She would tell her what happened during the day, how people would beam and do the most dares things just to gain her favour. It puzzles her how people would do anything to make her smile despite how empty it was. But they would never know. For what do they see?

A person who is not her…

At school she would stare at the countless of love letters she would receive, next to the invitations people who had the power to send and lastly to the short meetings of selected suitors her parents would set up for her.

All the things that a person can do for the things they want. Where do they get the energy to do all these?

They do not deserve her, yet persistently they try to claim her. Though she still entertains them, their feelings she could never return. For she could only shower them with hospitality, but never with lies. Generosity has its limits after all, and such sacrifices or pleasure for their account overruns the word to abuse, as their persistent meetings had already gone and inflicted. 'No more' she wished, yet she knew would never be.

But it intrigued her, the feelings which they carried.

Love, the word itself is common.

Though the levels it possesses are beyond laughable to most people if viewed from a perspective and sadly to say, but she was also one of those few who shared such.

For to promise a love that is greater than any normal love, is a blasphemy to her principles. But she can never deny a challenge. Oh how her heart quickens at the excitement it brings. The feeling is foreign to her, but the rumours pique her interest. For it is indeed such a rare and daring disease, that only fools will take... or catch it. And she was no fool. Alas she must regret to say, to admit. That she also yearns for it, though a part of her says otherwise, but knowing her... she would always welcome a challenge.

'But it puzzles me how people want this.' She began to process her thoughts as she took a glance at the book that was on top of her table. The book was of the story of Romeo and Juliet. It was one of the greatest examples of love that creates an elusive yet unbreakable ideal that allows people to do the craziest things. Because to them it wasn't that of such act, it was an act of love. A form of love, but even so it was still… 'A shackle… and any normal person wouldn't want such an attachment. Even prisoners tremble at the sight of that big ball of chains. Only the hopeless drag it with their feet, for they have nothing in their hearts but dead weight'

But the question is would she ever feel that way with someone?

She had indeed seen countless of creatures within the earth... and none of them can capture her attention. Or interest for that matter. She tried and tried again, so much that she finally got tired of it. Sadly they still continue to pursue her and her parents still has the tinniest glitter of hope.

'But I wonder if such a person exist, an existence that can bring waves onto my unyielding judgement... I wonder if such a creature exists... maybe i didn't search enough... maybe i haven't looked that far yet... maybe I just missed you? Perhaps... but maybe... just maybe... you're not from here aren't you. Perhaps you're foreign from here, that's why I haven't met you yet... who knows right? God can be mysterious… as fate can be mischievous... perhaps you're an angel.' She smiled at the thought, how she wished it so.

After all "Only a heavenly being can catch my attention..." she whilst into the air, as her eyes drifted onto the reflection of the clock from the window.

'Good heavens look at the time' she stared at the clock, time indeed flow so fast when your preoccupied, it was already 1 am in the morning. It was way pass her bedtime; she has to retire and quickly, for she has a lot of work to be done later. The thought of school never excite her, but the duties she must uphold must not suffer just because she had to entertain her amusement. 'Even my amusement is distraction.' She chuckled sarcastically. She then began to walk to her bed; as she lay down; slowly she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to claim her.

Little did she know that school would never be the same, that very same morning… After all she did say that fate could be mischievous and that God work in mysterious ways. For it had finally answered her wish.

Phase: Nightingale: The Moonlight Princess of the Earth End-

One more phase and chapter one is ready to go!

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