The Dark Days

                Back in the days of Mother Luna starting to grow old, everyone was tranquil and nice. Everyone was carefree and always gave each other happy smiles for they were all equals and all thought the exact same way. However, when a young girl of the farm field's daughter came to the world, that's when people started to learn of people being different. Unfortunately, no one accepted her to be different, except her family. The young girl as she got older learned she had a disadvantage that no one told her about. She could never play. Could never run in the fields with the children. It wasn't like she didn't have the physical ability to do so. It was just that they would always do these events at night. When the Full Moon would be out. No clouds to hide Her. The Moon would watch the children play for She is the Guardian of the Night. The children would get blessings from Her, but the young girl could never have any. For she will die if she got a slight exposure of the Moon and its radiant light...

               The young girl strolled around the quiet space of the old farmer's home. Her mother and father was fast asleep and she just sat on the floor. She closed her eyes in the darkness of the relaxing room in her house. In the relaxing room, there are three pillows for them to sit on, a beautiful painting of a waterfall and three windows; but they are never open to the outside world. Never to reveal the light of the Moon or the heat of the Sun. Her dad says it's to make sure the relaxing room doesn't get hot for it wouldn't be enjoyable to relax. There is also a fan in the far corner of the room. The young girl turned it on, and felt the breeze wash over her softly. 

              She imagined herself to be running in the fields with the other young children. She saw her hair blowing left and right and saw herself not getting hurt from the Moon's light. She was able to hear Her whisper about the blessings that each child got during the time of the Full Moon. The best of all of the vision would be for the young girl to not die from experiencing it. She made her hands turn into fists as she cried to herself. She found it not fair that she couldn't do what the other children were able to do without death hanging on their shoulders. She wanted to, but she knew she couldn't. 

            She jumped a little as she suddenly heard the young children scream on their way back to the village. She saw many of them running with their happy faces. Their eyes take a new, refresh look to them. They were gone in a flash from view and she looked down; feeling a dark angry feeling creeping inside her. Her fists were uncurled and flat on the floor. They were clawing at the floor, making her nails broken and blood flowed out of them a little. She made ravenous noises like a beast and soon started to cry a deep one that she never did before. She felt tears crawling all over her face and fell down to her hands and the floor around her. As she cried the deep emotions out of her heart, she felt herself becoming more light inside herself. She felt something grow inside her, a new goal that overcame her deepest fears. 

          She got up without even thinking and strolled out of the door. She didn't realize it herself, but she did it anyways and soon started to run to the fields. When she got to the Tunnel Trees, that were at the entrance of the village, that's when she stopped. She shook her head and then backed away. 

          "What am I doing? Trying to suicide that's idiotic!" She told herself off.

          She then turned around and soon walked back when suddenly heard someone in the distance going through the Tunnel Trees. She span around and with her weak eyes, saw a short man in the distance, wearing the boots that made soft padding noises on the floor of the trees. Suddenly, she realized it wasn't a short man, but a young boy and by her heart, she ran with eyes wide. She outstretched her arms and called out, "Michael!"

          The boy didn't stop, not sure because he didn't hear or he was ignoring her, but she raced all of her might with her arm reaching towards him. She eventually caught his sleeve before he left the Tunnel Trees. He turned around and all ready the girl fell to the floor very weakly. He sat beside her right away and held her head up in his arms. His brown bangs flew in the soft breeze that covered his clear sky blue eyes. He spoke in a soft but stern voice, "What are you doing here?! Are you trying to kill yourself?"

          The young girl looked up with her eyes gaining energy swiftly, "What about you? You have to go home to your parents." She suddenly lost the energy and started to cough and gave raspy breaths. He brought her up as he carried her in his arms to her house quickly.

"We need to get you out of being exposed to Her." He explained.

"But that's not the reason you didn't leave with the other kids. You need to get home yourself..."

The girl was quieted as the young boy put his thin finger to her mouth.

"No need to talk off. You can tomorrow when I will see you in the morning."

She gave a soft nod as the young boy went through the doorway and put her down on the floor. He went down the hall and got two futons, two pillows, and two blankets as he laid them on the floor.

"Get ready for bed. I'm going to prepare the beds." He instructed.

She didn't ask anything about it as she left him alone in the relaxing room. She was use to this by now since he was pretty much like family to her. She started to undress into her pajamas in her room as she heard a soft knock on her door.

"It's done and may you give me the usual?" A voice came from the other side.

"Thank you and of course." She replied.

As she went to her desk that's in the small room that only fitted the two futons, the desk and a box that held her clothing, there was a pile with a shirt and pants that also held the many journals of her drawing, pencils, and notebooks for her writing. She then put the work clothes that was a green shirt with brown overalls in the box, and put her big brown shoes with her long white now brown socks on top of the box. She took the small red ribbon she wore everyday out of her small pony tail and made her short straight hair fall messily around her face. She kissed the cloth and patted it gently as she laid it gently next to her shoes.

"Good night Grandma Nora. I'm glad to be named after you and may wearing this ribbon make me feel connected to you." She whispered as she closed her eyes.

She opened them quickly after she "told" her grandma about her day in the fields. She took the pajamas for the young boy in her arms as she closed the door silently behind her and walked down the very small hall that went straight to the relaxing room. She walked softly barefoot on the nice, non-squeaky wooden floorboards. Her short brown hair now down gently covered her green eyes as she saw in the darkness the young boy laying down on his futon. He got up at the immediate sound of her presence. He gave her a friendly smile and took the clothes with careful hands away from hers. There fingers brushed slightly, but neither of them noticed. It was his turn to then walk away to her room to change.

When he was away it was then she started to grab her hand and blushed in the darkness that swarmed her. She ran onto her futon, hid under the covers, and tried to fight a giggle that started inside her. Her heart raced in her rib-cage and she focused on her breathing to try to calm her emotions. She soon felt it waver from her and just in time too as the young boy came back and laid on his futon. She turned to face him; her whole body buried in the blanket besides her eyes and hair. He stared back in the similar position, but his eyes weren't cheery, but filled with a deep emotion of worry.

"Why did you go out there? You could have been touched by Her and would had been over for you." He asked her; his voice slightly shaking.

"But I didn't did I?" She argued back, "So we got nothing to worry about."

"I'm not the only one worrying. Your parents, I am, and probably your grandma as well..."

"Don't ever bring her up!" She snapped and her heart raced with fury. "You don't know what's she like! Only I know and no one else! Just leave her out of this....please."

The boy didn't argue and made a simple nod. "Fine. I'm sorry. Good night."

He turned away which made the young girl's heart drop and felt it roll off the futon that she laid in. She didn't expect his good way of ending conversations before them turning into knifes and guns word wars, could had affected her so deeply; like if she wanted something else to happen. She then nodded to the young boy's turned head and sighed deeply with a "Good night" reply back. She heard a slight movement which she guessed it was his head nodding now as she slowly fell asleep into the darkness of the relaxing room that surrounded them.