#🌕 may her majesty the moon watch over you always

[writernopal]

☀ Tierra Madre 🌕

Young master, you must rest.

Just one more story, please? The child whined. I want to hear the one about the sun and the moon again!

They sighed. Very well. Once more, and then you must rest, young master. There is much to do tomorrow.

I know! I know!

The child climbed into their lap as they laughed. Their four arms cradled the boy in a gentle embrace as he settled in with a beaming smile on his face.

Now then, there are many legends about the sun and the moon; some say they are lovers, some say they are brother and sister, and some even say they are the eyes of a giant, watching as the many worlds turn gently among the stars, but none of these are true.

The sun and the moon are son and mother. It is why even during the day, her faint shape can be seen in the sky. She watches over her child, and when he grows tired, she blankets the heavens with her arms and clutches him close so he may rest. That is why the moon shines.

Doesn’t she get tired too? The boy asked. Who holds her when she is sleepy?

They flinched. You have never asked that before, young master.

Well, she needs to rest too, right?

No, young master, the moon never rests. She is always there…

She must be very tired then. The boy mused.

Yes… I’m certain she is.

In the silence that followed, the two raised their heads toward the darkened skies. Stars and faraway worlds twinkling and shimmering as far as the eye could see. Perhaps beyond. Evocative, yet empty. Yearning for the majesty of her presence.

Do you think she’s lonely?

No. How could she be? With all of those stars about her... They placed their chin atop the boy’s head—a vain effort to keep their tears from falling. They gathered the child’s small hands into their ancient ones. You should take care not to be so transparent, young master.

Why?

Because this is a dangerous place.

But I am The Sun! The boy declared proudly. No one can hurt me!

Temperance, young master. They responded with some difficulty as they gave the boy’s hands a protective squeeze. Would that he could understand things were not so simple.

Temperance?

Yes. Someday soon you shall understand what that means. Now, that is enough about stories. To bed.

The boy grumbled and complained but did as he was bid and drifted off to sleep. His apparent peace widened the pit of sorrow in the four-armed one’s stomach. And guilt, with its creeping and forceful hands, brought them into submission once and for all as their head lowered and their eyes closed.

Forgive me, Your Majesty. Not just for returning to this place but for the treason I am about to commit. But I cannot sit idly by as The Night draws near...

The memories of one older than time itself.

Monologue 1 here.

Monologue 2 here.

Monologue 3 here.

Art by https://ko-fi.com/patsux (left) and https://selann.carrd.co/ (right)

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