…because that is how the best stories are begun…
There was a moon, great and large, that hung heavily in the velvet sky of a small planet.
This great moon was a living, breathing entity. A god, and a prince of the celestial realms. Every morning when the moon had sunk below the horizon to rest after a nightly vigil, he was returning to his court, and more specifically, to the company of his favorite maidens; a curtain of brilliant stars that always drifted in satellite with him. It was said that if the moon could fall in love with one single maiden, he would turn her into one of the stars of the sky, to live together with him for all of time.
There was a princess who had heard of this, and wishing to be a star and gain the favor of the moon, would wait until the palace was asleep and steal away to follow the moon as he made his way across the sky every night. The handsome, impervious moon did not even notice the enamored princess, though her bitter crying could be heard all over the hills and the land every night as she sought his love, unrequited.
One evening, the princess had chased the moon to a great, wide lake, and seeing him reflected on the water’s surface, believed that her beloved had finally descended to the earth in order to receive her. Without a second thought she flung herself into the lake, and drowned as she looked for her love in vain.
The moon soon heard of the desperate princess and her fate, and was heartbroken to know that she had died so mournfully in his name. He could not bring her back to her mortal life, but indeed turned her into a star- one as brilliant and beautiful as any of the others of the sky, but to be as different and loved by any and all who would see her. He turned the princess into a water lily, to bloom gracefully in the lake where she had so tragically sought his embrace.
Indeed, an earthbound star; In this way, they were married to forever be as one. She would open up her fragrant blossoms every night to gaze upward at him, and he down at her; and in the morning she would go to rest and turn as pink as the dawn until the next night where she could once again be with her love, never to be spurned again.
”Moro,“ Small Lady Euphemede de Winte’Shrine sniffed, a restless little tumble of hair and pajamas, tucked into bed far too soon for her own liking. Her younger sister, Laureleiden, had already fallen asleep long ago beside her, their matching sweep of chocolate hair mingled together on the pillow.
”Moro, you know how much I dislike this story.”
M o n s t e r
She had always hated the expression. In indicted that necessary measures were merely frays in a whole loom of the greater work; yet if they were to go ignored, surely they would endanger the entire integrity of the fabric? Loose ends..
Was Laurel, too, a loose end?
After months of looking; secretively at first.. then as time wore on, determination becoming abject fear, anxiety for her sister, Laurel neglected any secret measures in researching for her sister’s whereabouts. Desperate, she knew that she would need help; it was then that Laurel contacted Mydnyte, divulging the terrible secret of her sister and pleaded for her help. Mydnyte, bless her, readily agreed and held the sobbing Laurel as she confessed.
…And found it. At some ungodly hour, two nights ago, Mydnyte had actually found it.
Dosuun. A large, security protocol-laden facility. It had been sitting right in front of her all along, and then.. Here it was. Here she was. Laurel had not slept the entire night after her discovery, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. Here she was now, sitting in her father’s study, the gravity of the world entire hanging over her head.
She looked down at the flimsiplast, clutching a stylus as if she meant to combat the words onto the surface. Dearest Fiesltra, and beloved Moro, she began in her deft calligraphy, practiced aurebesh, dictating to herself.
Asta shiimason. “I am very sorry…”I must excuse my brevity in departing, I received an urgent message of great import from the command and I must sadly inform you that the circumstances of which are highly classified. But do not worry.. I will be back soon. Your daughters love you. She stopped her stylus, hesitating at the inclusion of her sister in that last line. She… couldn’t promise anything.
Setsu ne melti so pakta.
“I love you to the very depth of my being,” an old House saying. Signed-
Turning the comm on, she hesitated as she tapped the numbers in for both contacts, then finally hit ‘send’. Outside, the sun was coming up through the sheer curtains, the sky pinkening.
“Mydnyte.. Aquila..I.. I need your help. This evening… I need to see you both, please, this evening.” It was an abrupt message, her mind too heavy with her darkened thoughts to bother being eloquent. She looked back outside the window, plucking a random, distant memory from the rose-colored light.
Daylight, sunrise. The lilies would be closing, now.
She knocked; once, twice, barely audible over the lilting classical piece should could hear from inside. “Wolfgang.. its me..” Her stomach twisted itself into knots as she heard his footsteps approach, still debating within herself whether she would tell him the truth or not. She briefly entertained the thought of just doing an about-face and leaving, but she couldn’t go without at least.. saying..
The door hissing open, Laurel shyly looked up at the High Colonel, lips and face flushed from struggling with herself so vehemently.