Thrones, Broken Glass, and Forbidden Truths (Orignal Story)

A Pale Blue Moon

Charlie was gazing at the moon. It was a big, bright, full moon. Yet, she felt no comfort in this. She was not lounging back at home. She was not gazing through a window occupied by her daughters. She was lying flat in the middle of a war-ridden land. How did she get here? She could not remember, except the feeling of intense heat and pain through her body.

    The sound of screams and swords clanging echoed everywhere as flames and smoke surrounded everything, yet she could not smell or hear them. Everything remained silent around her. She couldn’t move a muscle. All she could do was look and think. Think about what would happen after she was gone. Charlie felt safe to assume she wouldn’t live to see another sunrise.

She thought about all the things she had accomplished. She had found love and built a powerful kingdom. She had two wonderful daughters.

    Suddenly, the thought of her daughters gave her a reason to try to push forward. She tried to lift her hand but couldn’t get her hand to move despite her futile efforts. As she lay there hopelessly, she hoped that the fighting ended peacefully, that her daughters would live peacefully and have faith in themselves, and that the people would live happily. She wished for all these things as her body stiffened and her heartbeat slowed. She began to feel relaxed, with the last view of the moon providing a sense of solace.