Prologue:
Once sometime ago when magic was still ify there lived a woman said to be gypsy who wished for a husband.
The woman feared that the man would marry to a different woman before she could have him as her own. So she prayed to the moon that she praised wishing to be able to marry the man of her dreams.
The moon responded to her subject that night of the full moon. She told her subject that she would marry the man of her dreams in exchange that her first born son would be the son of the moon.
Happily the woman agreed to the terms and was granted her wish which she ran back to town to receive. She married a dark toned man and they lived together in a large tent like structure as they took care of the land and its animals. She became pregnant and the two were overjoyed for the day to finally come that they have a child.
However the woman had not told her husband about the deal with the moon so when the son was born the man was shocked at what he saw.
The child had beautiful fair skin and he had light hair unlike his parents with darker hair.
The man became outraged believing that the woman had cheated on him with another man. He stormed off however later returned after the woman tucked her son in a red blanket wishing she had told her husband about the deal. He took a knife and out of anger killed her but he could not bring himself to stab the child. He picked up the child taking the child to the mountains where he left the child deep in the middle of no where.
However the moon had other plans and she killed the man in a landslide. She knew that someone would go to check on them and the animals would be okay. So she turned her attention to the child.
In lights of moonbeams that clear night the moon reached out to her son assuring him that everything would be alright. She cared for her son and legend has it that she began changing the shape of herself to take care of her son.
She would be whole but become half when her son wept only to become a cradle then embrace him again.
No one knows for sure what happened to the son. Whether he lives with the moon in the sky being forever a baby or being raised somewhere in the world has not been known.
But wherever he is the people cannot forget the story of the son of the moon.
"What a weird fairytale."