It was dark outside. The midnight sky was clear as day. The stars illuminated their magnificent light while the wind slowly blew by. Its nature was not too harsh, neither was it warm. However, it felt just right. There were two moons in the sky. One was naturally bigger than the other. Yet, they seemed compatible, like the one could not survive without the other.
The bigger one looked like a child's drawing. It wasn't perfect but it's light was sufficient. The other, a bit smaller, had its shape too much on the perfect side. It's color, however, wasn't a usual one. It was red. Yet, the people below were not bothered by this contrast. And the light below wasn't dull as well. Perhaps, due to its size, the bigger moon's light dominated, the smaller one looked like it was there just for show.
In fact, once or twice, a couple or an individual would smile while looking up at them. The settlement below coexisted with nature. Stone buildings stood strong and proud. Any architect would immediately quit their jobs as soon as their eyes landed on the beauty of these buildings. Archaeologists, on the other hand, would gladly make this their home.
The trees were not cut down nor were they obstructed from growing. Some of these houses were built around a tree while other, next to one. A couple stopped by the biggest tree that grew in the city square. Their attire was ancient and traditional. However, they were sophisticated. They left something by its trunk before leaving. Soon after, they picked up a conversation and walked away.
After they had disappeared from sight, a young maiden walked out of the tree. She had no shoes on her feet. Her body was covered in a green cloak. It's material was light. The hood was on so only her hair could slightly be seen. She looked in the direction the couple had left in. Later, she walked to the something they had left behind.
Picking it up, she opened it and took a bite. The fruit covered by the cloth was juicy and fresh. It tasted like their first harvest. In all the centuries she had lived, this couple was the only one that brought their first fruit continuously. She knew and could tell that even though they were sophisticatedly dressed, they did not have much. Yet, they always visited on the night of the Floren with their first harvest.
She had blessed them with enough wealth to get them through, however, in just three years, the couple had ascended through the ladder and become recognized by the people as nobles. Their purpose was to grow food for sale and even though their status was highly ranked, it did not mean that everything would go their way. They were never selfish, neither were they proud. Everyone loved them and respected them. This also meant that those with the same status or higher saw them as a threat.
Tonight, she was going to bless them with security for the trouble that was on its way. She had been feeling it for the past three centuries, but, it had never been this intense. She looked up at the sky. Their guardians stood proud in the sky and watched.
Bowing her head, she left in the opposite direction. Those on the pavements did not notice as she passed by. She was invisible. Her reflection could not be seen either. However, even after living this long, she still had not gotten used to it. Loneliness.
"Miss Pretty! Miss Pretty!" a child called out to her. " You dropped something."
The child had mystical eyes. They were a perfect mix. His left eye was green, his right eye blue. No wonder, she thought to herself. She smiled and lowered herself and looked into his eyes. How long had it been since she had peered into 'the eye of the gods'? It had been too long and she was happy to come across them once more.
"What is your name, young one?"
"Clestronophia." He replied happily.
"Thank you, Clestronophia."
She looked at his eyes once more before gently patting his head. On lookers thought the boy was senile. He was dirty and his hair was messy. His clothes were torn and pathetic. No one paid heed to a stray and everyone considered him a monster because of the color of his eyes.
His eyes, the only reason everyone ignored him when he passed. The only reason his parents threw him out at the age of four. The only reason his siblings called him a 'monster'. The only reason,… the world hated him. Yet, he had never cried or cursed. Clest always had a smile on his face, even when he slept hungry.
The townsmen had started calling him 'senile child'. What they did not know was that he was ticket to salvation. The couple from earlier walked by. Clestronophia was laughing from his hair being ruffled. They stopped and looked at him. The wife, who had a bag in one hand and held her husband with the other, tightened her grip. Her chest ached for the child.
The husband walked over.
"Little one, who are you talking to?"
Clestronophia turned around startled by this action. In his life, no one had ever used such a tone on him. Those that did, no one could see, yet, here was a living talking kindly to him. He wondered if this was what they called 'polite'. He sneezed, the night was not that chilly but his clothes were too light and old, plus his feet had no shoes. The wife dropped the bags beside Clest and felt his forehead. He did not have a fever.
Her husband removed his coat and placed it on his shoulders. The coat was big but Clest was interested in something else. His eyes grew wide as they scanned the fabric. It looked expensive. Every detail was captured and this made his fingers trace these designs. Clest noticed that it swept the floor behind him and he frantically tried picking it up. He did not want it to get dirty. The couple watched silently. The wife had tears streaming down her face.
Out of habit, she rubbed her belly for comfort. After he was done, Clestronophia looked at them and smiled. The young maiden watched as well. She had made them meet.
"I was talking to… she left."
"Who left?"
"The tree maiden. I call her Pretty."
The husband laughed and ruffled his hair. He helped his expectant wife to her feet before carrying Clestronophia. The wife picked up the bag.
"And what do they call you?"
"… Cles… ACHHOOO!! Clestronophia."
"Well, Clestronophia. How would like to come home with us."
The child had not answered, however, when the man carrying him had already began walking to his residence. Clestronophia looked at him shocked. His little mind wondered who this great man was. Why he had asked him to come to his house. And what the lady had eaten to make her stomach so big.
The young maiden continued to walk. She stopped before a dark castle. Looking up, she floated to on balcony on the fifth floor. The castle had been inhabited since the war. The heir to the throne had not been born yet. It was said that the doors would open as the royal family approached it. The castle would roar back to life and announce the new royals. The governor's family had been ruling while keeping an eye out for this. But it had been so long, many believed this story to be a folklore.
When she arrived, someone was already there. He had a dark cloak. His long hair was flawless as it was blown by the wind. He was looking at nothing in particular. He was really handsome and cool. When he heard her land, he turned around. His eyelashes were long. His eyes, silver. They reflected the light from the moon. His smile was gentle and this made him look hotter.
The young maiden dropped her hood. Her hair was red. Her eyes were green and she also had a green mark on her forehead. On a closer inspection, they looked more like gems than a birthmark. Her lips were full and free long fluffy ears sat on top of her head. She was beautiful.
"Terolla." He called out to her.
"Acepectra."
They looked at each other for a while. Acepectra noticed her expression and became worried. He walked to her and lifted her face. Staring into her eyes, he waited.
"They are coming."
Silence.
He thought for a while. Acepectra wrapped his hands around her.
"Then, let them find us prepared."
Just then, the castle roared to life.