Since Head isn't responding, Moonkitten, would you like to judge next since you got 2nd?

I've already written it all out in my head but I don't have time to post it today so I will tomorrow

(I assume you mean the goddess Artemis, not Artemis Fowl) 

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Hmm, maybe I'll enter next time. If Moonkitten isn't responding, maybe the prompt should go to Jaybells?

The moon taunted Isabel.

It bathed her in its shafts of light, dripping promises of glory and disaster from the celestial skies. It was curious, it was strange. It hurt, to even behold.

It was everything and nothing at once. It promised something big, something great, and whether that ended in luck or misfortune, Isabel was not important enough to know.

Once, Isabel had tried to find out more than the gods let her. Once, only once.

She had dreamed of cities falling into the sea, rivers of fire running through cobblestone, citadels falling to smoke and air, disaster that was real and not, for a week.

Birds followed her. Crows, especially.

They crowded at her feet, not flying, but following behind her like a mass of black feathers and diamond-like eyes.

Prophecy was a tricky thing. The future was fickle, capricious even, suited to the ever-changing whims of the ones above. Sometimes, Isabela wasn't sure if she was blessed or if she was cursed.

Locusts died. Thousands of them flew up into the air, and one day, one minute, one moment, they all dropped dead at Isabela's feet.

That day, a nation fell.

The ocean tides reversed. It swept Isabela up, in her tiny boat, nothing but a mere speck in the wide expanse of endless blue.

That day, an emperor rose.

The moon was ever constant. It rose, and every night, Isabela could do nothing but gaze upon it, too terrified to fall asleep and flail, adrift in the tides of her dreams. Of her nightmares.

She dreamed of women. Of men. Of animals. Of kingdoms. Of every possible thing imaginable, of events unstoppable, of love, of curiosity, of adventure. And yet–everything, out of her grasp. The moon taunted her, telling her to go back to sleep, telling her to ignore the cries for help, drowned out by the sea of prophecy.

Isabela curled her fingers around the cold marble of the balcony. Stop, she told the moon, stop it. Please stop. Stop–

"Isabela?"

Isabela raised her eyes. Valerie was in the doorframe, illuminated by the moonlight. Isabela caught her breath.

"Come back to sleep," Valerie said, "aren't you scared of Oliver's curfew?"

A laugh broke through, coming out more bitter than Isabela wanted. "He won't actually feed us to his dragon."

"Perhaps he won't," Valerie said lightly, padding over and resting her arms on the railing, "Something on your mind?"

Isabela nodded. 

"Well, that's alright."

Valerie was silent for a moment, and then reached out her hand for Isabela's hand. Her touch was icy cold, freezing like the pure white first snowflakes of winter.

"Just remember," Valerie said, raising her eyes to meet Isabela's momentarily, her gaze unwavering and steady, "I'm here for you."

Valerie pressed a kiss to the back of Isabela's hand. It burned like fire, sending pinpricks of warmth racing up Isabela's nerves. It wasn't cold, it was warm.

Isabela was sure, in that moment, if Valerie asked her for the moon, she would find a way to give it to her. She would tear it from the skies, cradle it in her hands like a glowing orb of magic, break the curse, once and for all.

"Get some sleep," Valerie said, releasing her hand, and headed back inside.

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Basis of this: Isabela is a prophet, Val and Isabela are in love. No clue where this went, just wrote what felt cool :p 

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Hi, I am going to be without internet for the next 2 weeks, so the date of the judging won't work. If that date comes along and there are 4 or more entries, MoonKitten can judge, or Jaybells. If not, they can just wait until there are 4 or more, and if I have internet before than, i'll be the judge. I'll post a comment when I get my internet back. Sorry that that happened!

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this, and I know it's more about the stars than the moon, but here's my entry!:

“Why do some stars shine brighter than others, Da?” The little girl asked.

“Because, love, some of the people who have died were kinder than others in life. They were shining stars in life, so they’re shining stars in the night sky.” The father answered sweetly.

“So, the better the person, the brighter the star?” The girl continued to question.

“Right!”

“But why don’t we see the stars in the day?”

“Because the stars want to see the other half of the world. They can’t just stay with us forever.”

“What about the Moon?”

“The Moon isn’t a star, so it wasn’t a person. I think the Moon is a shepherd, a teacher, almost, who watches over the stars. They make sure that the stars can see their people down on Earth. That’s why we don’t see the stars in the day, because the Moon is making sure all the stars can see their people.”

“But what about the sun? Isn’t the sun a star, Da?”

“Yes, it is. The sun is the brightest, most amazing star. So the person must have been the brightest, bubbliest, most kind person.”

“Is that why we can see the moon in the day and the night? Because they're watching over the Sun, as well?”

“You got it, love.”

“So who do you think is the Sun, Da?”

“I think you already know the answer to that question. I also think it’s time for you to go to bed, dear.”

The little girl sighed, “alright, Da.”

~

The next morning, and every morning after that, even when the girl was old and grey, she would look out her window and see her mom, shining just as bright as she had on Earth. And when her dad had passed, the girl saw a star almost as bright as the Sun appear in the night sky, one right next to the Moon, one that she could see in the day and the night. So every morning she would whisper to herself, “Good morning Ma and Da.” And every night She’d whisper to the night sky with love, “Goodnight.”  

My captcha says wayib. Way? Way up to the top?

My captcha says wayib. Way? Way up to the top?