![]() To the moon, we give nothing but our withering loveA Story by GardenofIrisTonight I walk as a chosen one. The test awaits me, to become one with the moon. I accept my role, My grandmother wept. Her last husband was chosen before me and passed, passing means watching over as the chief. My family will protect the village for another five years.
Tonight
I listen
as a
chosen one. The
test growing closer with every new step.
My legs begin to tire as I get closer to the center of the forests
where
the guardians await my visit. Standing tall they begin surrounding me
and they howl, louder than the songs of my people. They are the
musicians of the moon songs.
Tonight I stand as a chosen one. The test has come, I will become one with the moon. I accept their song as a blessing. They begin to circle me. I watch the glow of the moonlight on their inhuman faces, anxious. Will I be accepted? My heart starts pounding as one walks to me. Looking at every detail on my body, smelling. Do they notice I’m afraid. Will they reject me?
Tonight I scream as a chosen one. The test begins as the first one starts at me. I flinch. I have failed my people, and for that I scream. Do they hear me? The sounds of weakness leaving me. My sadness grows deeper as they begin to bite again. Tonight my grandmother will weep. Tonight I lose my weakness, I will not be one with the moon. Instead, I will suffer in my end… Farewell grandmother... © 2021 GardenofIrisAuthor's Note
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