Here’s my piece for the July Writing Challenge – Moonstruck…
“Gather, children,” the old one said. “I shall tell you how Moon King learned to dance.
“Long ago, there was only all-light when Moon King brooded in the sky. And all-dark when he walked the earth, searching for something to fill the great emptiness inside him. He looked but did not see, for he looked only into that emptiness….”
The girl stood at cliff’s edge. Arms outstretched. Looking down.
The sea beckoned her. Crashing against the rocks. Hungry for her blood.
She drew one last breath.
A faint crackle sounded behind her.
A figure stepped from the shadow of the trees. A man. Hair dark as the night sky. Pale, silver skin.
The girl’s heart began to pound.
The man looked towards her. Eyes like stars.
She could not hold his gaze.
He turned. Vanished in the darkness of the wood.
The girl ran after him. Could not find him. Nor any sign of his passing.
As if he had never been.
But the girl knew who she had seen.
He had come to stop her from taking her life. To mark her as his own.
She told the others but they did not believe.
They turned from her. Whispered when she passed.
Dishonored her office but too weak to offer her life in sacrifice as she should.
The girl did not listen to whispers. Every night, she perfumed herself with rare oils. Dressed in her finest gown. And went to the cliff beside the sea.
In moonlight and moondark, she waited.
The seasons turned.
He did not come.
The others watched her comings and goings. Whispered.
Still she does not throw herself into the sea.
The whore will bring disaster on us all.
They watched her. Watched as she bathed and perfumed herself. As she dressed in her finest gown.
They followed her in the moondark.
They caught her by the cliff. Herded her to the edge. Reached to push her into the sea.
A crackle sounded behind them.
All turned to look.
A figure stepped from the shadows. A man with night-dark hair. Silver skin. Eyes like stars.
“You came for me,” the girl said.
Moon King began to turn away.
“No! I danced for you.” The girl shifted. Swayed.
Moon King breathed in the girl’s dance. He reached for her hand.
His fingers brushed salty air.
The girl fell away from him as the cliff’s edge crumbled. She fell back. Arms outstretched. Into the hungry sea.
Moon King searched the depths of the sea. Walked the earth until it cried out from the long moondark.
But he did not find his dancing maiden.
At last he returned to the sky. And began to dance.
So she could see he waited for her.
“And he dances for her still,” the old one said, “dancing from all-light to all-dark and back. Waiting for the maiden who danced for him.”
Why do you love the Moon?
There’s still a little time to join my flash fiction challenge for July. Tomorrow, I’ll post the wrap up to July’s challenge and the prompt for August’s challenge. You have until then to fire up the flash fiction magic!
Here‘s an interesting article that convinced me to write “the Moon” instead of “the moon.”