SpineOut : October - November 2017
Chelsea, age 17 Fraser Coast Libraries, Qld Page two SON & DAUGHTER SSHORT STORIES pine Out r OCTOBER / NOVEMBER 2017 Over time, the champion of the Moon began t her gift would ever be delivered. E breath of hottest flame, the men look each time she shook her head. No one here could care for the child. As pure and impressionable as it was. All the men she met were greedy. And greed breeds only greed. For years they travelled, visiting the smallest village to the largest city. No man would miss the chance to meet them, to receive their gifts. Stories travel fast in the realm of men. They gained names. They were Artemis and Apollo. Or Ra and Isis. So many names, yet they chose none and answered to all. The moon’s chosen didn’t like the names, forever attributing false ideals as they did. She was a hunter, yet abhorred violence. The lion was a king, yet he was more humble than any man ever alive. ‘Let them be,’ said the noble lion, as calm as summer’s day. ‘They are but men, and we are but messengers. Let them believe what they will. Perhaps they will hear our words all the better.’ ‘Perhaps brother, but think. What if they do not receive our message, too focused on our gifts? They are not humble but greedy. Masses of men, miles long, come not hear us but to receive us.’ The maiden of the moon looked sad, weary even. ‘Perhaps it is hopeless. These men will never learn. And what of my gift? A child of the Moon and Stars cannot survive in this land. The men will care not for its happiness, only their own greed and ambition.’ Her eyes fell to the ground as though she lacked the strength to hold her head high any longer. ‘Dear sister, do not think this way. Some men are kind, devoted to their faith and family.’ The lion always saw the best in man. All that they could be rather than all that they were. The woman shook her head. ‘No. There is no teaching them.’ Her voice was cold as she turned from the road. This was not the path to take. Her feet carried her away from her brother. Through cities and towns and forests. Alone and unnoticed, she searched for her hope. Exhausted as she was, she endured. She had life as long as she had hope. No one lived forever. As night fell, so did the maiden. Weary and more lost than ever she felt herself lighten. Her body, no longer weighed down by responsibility. Her body changing and immortality waning. As memories melted away she began to feel innocent, blind to sin, ignorant to the nature of man. Hopeful. As she fell, so her brother rose. He would always watch her, the closest star. Noble and proud he gazed upon his sister, protecting her with his light. He would watch her grow. There is always hope for the next generation.
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