Forgotten Lover of the Moon

Driving Into History

I.

It was a freezing winter evening when I first stumbled upon the old, leather-bound journal in the dusty corner of my bookshelf. The scent of aged paper and forgotten stories filled the air as I carefully cracked open its weathered pages. But before we dive into the tales that lay within, allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a wanderer of both the worlds. The stories within these pages, they connect us across seas and generations, reminding us of our shared joys, sorrows, and accomplishments. Within these pages, I believe, lies stories that deserve to live on, tales that earn to be heard once more.

So, dear reader, join me as we see where the past dances with the present, where each word is a stepping stone into uncharted territory. Together, we'll navigate through the labyrinths of emotions and the terrains of dreams, unearthing the gems hiding beneath the ground.

You listen to the sound of pages flipping faster. The Narrator speaks up again.

He woke up from the comfort of his warm bed to the face of a familiar friend. "Come on, get up, sleepy head. We won't be able to have breakfast if you remain in bed ." He wiped his green eyes from the tiredness and prepared to leave his room. Stepping down the stairs, the two brown-haired boys were talking when the smell of freshly baked bread hit their noses. They sat down with the other scholars at the table when the cafeteria assistants began going around with food carts. "Good to see you join us in the morning, Nathan and Lake." spoke a good friend of theirs as they started enjoying the meal.

The watch kept ticking, and shortly all scholars needed to get to their assigned lessons. Nathan grabbed his textbooks out of the locker.

As the bell rang, the youths sat in their seats in front of the canvas and pigment. Professor Stephen stepped into the classroom and instructed the students to get the pictures they took for homework and paint them.

Nathan got out the photograph he had created when stargazing with Lake the previous weekend. I think he can still see the stars in his green eye and the moon in his light golden eye.

Every paint stroke on the canvas one by one. He was halfway into his painting when Mr Stephen got the students' attention to end their work since the class was over in a couple of minutes. Such painting's cannot be rushed into an hour. Must they study for hours upon hours? Meaningless chatter in the back of the classroom, as the bell overshadows the sounds. T

You watch as the Narrator flip through the pages.

Placing books back into the locker after finishing the homework. The day is over, and Nathan is relaxing in his room while Lake was bringing some papers to the teacher's office, where he saw a short, long dark-haired guy at the desks sorting the papers, as he looked up meeting eye to eye with Lake, and he placed a long hair strand behind his ears and greeted the boy at the door.
"Oh. Need any help?" he asked. Lake responded shaking his head, "No need, I'm just here to return some papers Mr Daniel requested me to do.
"He goes closer to the long table, looking at the hands of the student council, and as he was turning away, the boy spoke up again.
"My name is Karsen. If you want, we can sometimes chat during school time. Are you going to tonight's dance with anyone?" He stood fidgeting with his fingers.
" I don't usually go, but if you would like to join me and my friend, feel free to find us at the dance." With that, he left the room leaving Kari alone with the paperwork.

Returning to Nathan, they spent their time playing games and getting ready for the dance, picking out the suits and jewellery they might need. Their masks were sitting on the table as hours passed and the sun settled down, the students began heading to the ballroom in all those beautiful dresses and suits.

Loud music, colourful lights everywhere and tasty foods and snacks. As they were enjoying the music, a short person excitedly waved for Lake as he closer." It was hard to find you but I did. Oh- you must be his friend, he told me a bit about you in the teacher's office. My name is Kari, it's nice to meet you as he shook hands with Nathan."
"The pleasure is mine, I'm happy he found a new friend, I'm Nathaniel, please come and join us." He smiled while his eyes were like the colour of death.

Nathan decided to grab some drinks while Lake and Kari decided to get to know each other while they wait. Soon Nathan came back with the help of one of the royal guards. Handing everyone their drinks, Nathan started sipping out of his iced tea, while holding onto his walking cane.

The guard was a tall black haired man with blue eyes and full of scars from battles. He was a part of Nathaniel's family.

As the party went on for hours even the walking cane started to have no use for Nathan's fragile legs. He gently pulled on his friend's shirt sleeves, getting Lake's attention. He apologetically mumbled, asking him if they can go back early into their dorm. He looked at his fair face, helping him walk back to their bedroom. Slowly and safely walking up the stairs, reaching the first second floor. Lake unlocked the door and helped his friend into his room.

In a couple of minutes, Nathan came into the living room wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants. He sat next to Lake He was shocked at first seeing him not use his cane even just to get to the other room. Soon his Nathan fell asleep with his head on the shoulders of his friend. He didn't mind it at all. Lake tried to be quiet while gaming, and soon he grabbed the blankets and closed his eyes.

the light automatically turned off, leaving only the moon's light to give some glow. You could see the thousands of stars from the window as the curtains moved from Zander passing thru the room to lie down in his cat bed.

I gently closed the weathered pages of my book. With a contented sigh, I placed the book on the nightstand, its presence a comforting candle. The room exhaled a quiet sigh, as if it too were settling into a peaceful slumber. Shadows danced along the walls, their graceful movements a lullaby for the senses. I stood silently for a moment, my fingers lingering on the book's cover. As you, dear reader, take on your journey through the realms of dreams, I whispered a wish into your ears. May your mind be a canvas for the stars to paint their constellations, each one a promise of peace. May your thoughts find shelter in the quiet embrace of the night, and may your heart dance with the gentle rhythm of the wintery wind. With that, I extinguish the candle, leaving only the moon's glow to watch over you. Until our next journey, rest well and let the tapestry of dreams carry you away.

Goodnight.

-Lafayette