Road To The Moon [one-minute stories]

Dance is the continuum of life

Dance is the continuum of life. And life is everything, therefore, dance is all-encompassing. It moves the flames and the ocean tides, the sun and the moon, the seasons with their ever changing winds. Whether it be light or dark, as long as there is matter, there shall be a dance to move it.

Maybe that is why neither force can stand the balance? Balance requires a steady, upright, stagnant position. But we are not made to be stagnant. Our forces, regardless of their side, are meant to move. From the beginning of time we have been swirling to the beat of our own internal orchestras. The light always pulling when darkness pushed, to the point that not even a collision as cosmic as the "Big Bang" could stop us.

So why would we stop now?

Melliza darted up the subway stairs to the beat of her heart. This form was one in which she always felt most at ease. With hundreds of muscles responding to her every command how could one not be amazed by the delicacy in which these creatures moved. These humans, with their long limbs and ever-beating hearts, resulted from the collision. Light and dark made flesh. Such an abundance of power in such seemingly feeble bodies. She chuckled. If only they knew what they were capable of.

Humans mostly went about their lives, unaware of the moves they made. With each breath there was a new beat, and by matter's light what did they move wonderfully. Melliza fell in step with the telephoning man beside her, synchronizing her pace to his. His side steps made her chassé. With two steps on the ball of his outer foot he turned around the corner, swinging her along without even knowing. Then came the acceleration, hips rotating by his bending knees. With each stride the dance enveloped her body and soul as if the movement merged them together in a bond that went beyond time and space, resulting in a glissade that came to a griding halt right when the traffic light flicked to red.

She closed her eyes to take a deep breath, feeling her heart palpitate with excitement.

The man huffed impatiently, his foot tapping on the ground as if it would speed up the turning of the traffic light. Melliza mirrored his movement with swinging hips. How could someone be so unaware of their own body language? He probably hadn't even noticed their little dance, nor his dance partner. To these humans, who held the power of galaxies within themselves, she was just another face in the crowd.

Perhaps, if she touched him, he would notice. His hand was mere inches away. All she had to do was reach out to let him know that-

"Madame Melliza!"

With a jerk Melliza pulled her hand back, spinning around just in time to see Alhena approach with fluttery steps. The ivory cape billowing around her like a worried cloud. "Madame, thank matter, there you are. Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Because we are supposed to blend in." Melliza sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "This is Brooklyn. Look around you, Alhena. You stick out like a sore thumb."

Pale fingers fiddled with the Pollux Star Academy brooch on her chest. "I'm sorry," Alhena muttered. "You must think me a terrible recruiter."

"I would never think ill of you." Melliza gave Alhena a warm smile and directed her away from the bustling sidewalk. "You are new at this, and this city can be a bit overwhelming. Why don't you go back to the hotel and get some rest?"

"And leave you here all alone!" Alhena looked up to see her statement only made the madame's smile grow. "Don't worry about me. Right now, you need to think of your own well-being."

"A bath would be nice," Alhena politely confessed before looking down at the pavement littered with trash. With a gentle hand Melliza lifted her chin, pushing away a few golden locks that fell over her tired eyes. "Go to the hotel. Get some rest. I will be fine."