Author's Note: The rest of this story will completely revolve around an OC, so if you don't like OC's, sorry. Although I still hope you'll read it, just as a story. Please?
When man first landed on the moon, the world was forever changed. Now, the earth isn't the only celestial body that humans had traversed, they thought. Now, the moon is ours too.
And it was true.
When the lunar expedition returns to Earth, the nation America is waiting. He watches as the capsule splashes down into the ocean. He is there on the ship sent to retrieve it. He reaches out to help the astronauts out of their tiny temporary home in space.
And he is the first to see her.
A young girl, looking to be about seven or eight in human years, sits huddled in a corner of the spacecraft. Her long black hair falls around her shoulders, dark as midnight, and her pale yellow-gold dress, the color of the harvest moon, stops just below her knees. She wears a hairband, white as snow against the black of her hair, and on its side is attached a small bunny. Her skin is pale, and her eyes, when she opens them to look up at him, are a brilliant dark purple, the color of the sky at dusk.
America knows immediately that she is like him.
She is a nation representative.
She is Moon.
Author's Note: Moon's black hair is supposed to symbolize the dark side of the moon. Just in case you didn't get that. And yes, the bunny is a reference to Asian myths of a rabbit pounding rice/medicine/something or the other on the moon. (My Asian-ness is showing...) Could someone maybe please draw her for me? I suck at art... Please? *uses puppy dog eyes*