A/N: This one is done for the theme Moon. Surprised I have another one out so soon? I kind of am too. . . Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this one. I seem to do more from Van's POV- I guess I should try to do other characters, but he just doesn't want to give up the spotlight. :P
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Moon Watching
As a child, Van had been pretty much the same as he was now. As his brother had remarked, he never changed. Even now, he still loved and hated the same things, still held onto his passionate beliefs and his strength.
He could still recall how he had been fascinated by stories and tales, particularly those dealing with dragons, knights, and kings. From the time he had been old enough to hold a sword, he never stopped wanting to learn more about fighting, enough to make his mother proud at how strong one of her sons had become.
And as long as he could remember, Van had been fascinated with the two moons that hung in the Gaean sky. He could still feel his mother's arms around him as he sat on her lap, staring at the nighttime sky, hearing her soothing voice speaking to him softly as she related the legends that were as familiar to her as her own name.
"The smaller of the two moons is nothing but a cold, lifeless rock, but the other. . .the Mystic Moon. . . once long ago it was the home of our ancestors. They say that even now that the Mystic Moon still harbors life, but who can be for certain? While we can gaze upon them, none there can see our world, unless they know it is here. They say time runs differently for our two worlds- theirs is one of technology and devoid of magic, tradition falling away to replace nature with metal. But still . . . it must be an interesting place, I believe. The people there must be just as fascinating. . ."
It would turn out, his mother was more right than she could have ever imagined. He learned that the hard way, staring up at the Mystic Moon on the eve of his dragon slaying quest. It was his obsession with gazing up at it that almost cost him his life as a dragon attacked him from behind. . . but it was his obsession with the girl who came from there that would change his life forever more.