The Moon's Prayer

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IN each hand, she held a figurine. They were six inches in height. Her

right held one of canary: A knight. Her left held one of ziricote: A samurai.

For all intents and purposes, they were wonderful gifts, but now,

as she lay in her bed, the feeling of the hand-carved wood seemed to

grow into a pervasive monster that was born of guilt.

 

“... IT’S going to be you and me one day.”

AURELIA could not see the hope in his face, but she could hear it. 

It was sickening; Sickening because it made her

believe that he was right. Perhaps it would be them, one day.

… EXCEPT it wouldn’t be.  How could one fight, when 

all they saw in the world was a miracle of blurry

colors and dismal shapes? She was helpless, so helpless.

Time and time again, life had proven that she was

just that.

“It will be. It will.”

 

WOULD GOD punish her for lying through her teeth?

Did she even deserve these wonderful gifts?
How disappointed will Ai be in her?

PATHETIC

 

THAT blurry vision of hers grew even cloudier with

tears that had built up through the months. A weak girl

at her poor limit, one who pushed all who threatened

to reveal her dismal self. Unsightly, sordid, and ugly.

THE figurines in her hands trembled, terribly so. Had they not

been so dear to her, perhaps they would have been snapped

in two–closing a path that seemed so far before

they’d ever have the chance to venture forth. Instead,

they fell atop the covers of her bed, and her slim

digits clasped with one another.

“IN the name of the Father, and Horen, and all of the Exalted…”

“GOD,” she’d begun, voice wet with unruly tears, “Please

grant me this one thing, please, it’s all I ask.”

“It is all I’ve ever asked of you.”

THROUGH frantic prayers–she hadn’t known when sleep

came to her. All she’d known was in the deep of night, as her

tears dried in rabid streaks ‘cross a pallid face, a glimmering

light outstretched itself to her. Warmth spread over

her eyes, and a voice spoke. What it said

to her was only for her to ever know.