The Ballad of Seraph and Blue

Forever Moonlight

Seraph was once wingless and moonless

She was another lost soul running from... she didn't know.

Dark, painful night haunted her that day. Like never before, and never again.

Night. What could she say? Her forever destiny. Nothing she can run away, just embrace from her heart.

Seraph was meditating, trying to find the answers within.

The night violently fell over her.

But this time... She had lost where to hide.

Sad moments clinging from her back, claiming that this time she didn't deserve safeness.

Alone now.No one came back for her.

"Good thing" she thought. She was sad and alone, but she had scaped another hell worse than loneliness.

Now she had to fight darkness by herself, instead of being hurt by the one who claimed to love her.

"Something had to destroy me" she thinks as she looks for the running lights around her. It had to be darkness and loneliness... Or her beloved one, the one who hurt her when all she had to offer was her entire soul.

She was hurt and sad, but more afraid of her beloved one than the darkness outside of the home she used to believe was paradise.

She preferred to fight the unknown more than the sorrow of betrayal.

And the moment had come, way before she was ready to face it. Shadows were not kind with broken-hearteds. She didn't hope for them to be.

She didn't expect them to be so cold either. That made her doubtful, but she had run away from her former home in order to not be able to come back in this moments, when the fear would make the known pain more appealing.

The burning injuries of being unfairly punished by that person that once earned her love felt almost alluring again.

Almost.

So she had to chase the lights as the night chased her. Into the woods she'll grow to be so found of. But she couldn't know it until a few eternities later.

The few lights awake were quickly falling asleep, not caring much about running lost souls like the woman girl who would be known as Seraph in some future that she couldn't fathom in the middle of grief.

Until she finds the last light, that's too stubborn to go to sleep yet.

"Please, come back to me, hope" she thinks, as she admires the light for the last time. Feeling in the bones her end coming after her.

The lights left at all, too tired to take care of the woman girl lost in their domains.

Yet, the last light that Seraph had been unconsciously praying too for a few seconds... Stayed still. No apparent intention to leave.

Maybe Seraph had earned its favor, a few moments of peace before the night's kidnappers would claim their prey.

Or so much more.

The little light, too lazy to go to sleep yet, started pouring its existence into a little light bubble that floated into the darkening wood.

Hope have come back to Seraph.

She was holding onto it with all her strength.