Wintersmoon

Chapter 1- The Beginning of the End

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Hey, it's me, the author. I know that this chapter is extremely boring but please read on because I promise it gets better. Maybe not to all of you bc it's not for everyone but I've got a lot of Chapters published so if it's really not for you then thanks for reading this chapter but if you're not sure then read on, my pal, and prepare to be not-so-amazed-but-hopefully-a-tiny-bit. Thank you, thank you, thank you and goodbye.
Xoxo, MissManic

    Today was the start of Wintersmoon.
    It was the festival of the tinted moon and the iridescent shafts of coruscating moonlight that fell upon the Signing Sheet when the Nine gathered and signed the agreement of the land that was sectioned off into Kingdoms. The Signing Sheet was only to be read by the Wintersmoon when the moon turns  violet and the special writing can be made with the ink drained from  the Aquivén pine tree sap. It grew nine feet tall and was the perfect specimen to represent the Kingdoms. For every foot was a new kingdom and for every branch was a different family. The writing was invisible to the naked eye,  the swirling silver patterns in the old tongue of the Rulers lay on that parchment that remains untouched since the time it was originally written, only visible under the light of the Wintersmoon. Throughout the Nine Kingdoms this week, every man; woman or child will be celebrating the festival.
    The Wintersmoon celebrations were important to the history of the Nine. Children were taught every tiny detail that lead up to the Signing; the war, the sides, the arguments and the reasons. They had to know everything. After all, the War is how the Kingdoms came to be. Surely you would want to know why you're alive and well at this very moment?

High up above in the treetops of Everlit, looking into the scenes taking place in the capital, Aquivé, stood Valsy of Everlit, a.k.a me.
I stayed standing there for a while, surveying the chaos. A tiny spec of a baker's boy scurried towards the great oak doors of the palace, clearly overloaded with baskets and baskets of delicious treats and pastry snacks, providing his family's contribution to the the feast.
The shops down to my right looked full to the brim with last-minute shoppers rushing to buy forgotten produce and presents. I noticed an old lady struggling to maintain her balance as she stumbled along a cobbled pathway leading to wherever she lived. I frowned: wondering why somebody hadn't stopped to help, when a towering male stopped to talk to her. He said something and smiled, bending down to her level to take a bag of shopping and accompany her. However, their conversation wasn't over yet as she shook her head and curtsied, slowly sinking to the floor.
In reply he shook his head, motioning with his hand for her to rise and broke out into a grin. Taking all of her shopping and balancing it with ease, he stopped down again and encircled her with his long arms in a jovial hug. From what I could see, the man strode off and the elderly woman trailed behind on the dusty cobbles, clearly defeated.
    They shortly disappeared and I was left to observe the tranquility that didn't exist. I sighed, having lost the will to people-watch. Slumping my back on the thick trunk I'd been leaning on, I slid down the tree, the rough bark soothingly scraping against my skin through my clothing.
    My ebony hair whipped me in the face as the wind changed and caught me off guard. I closed my eyes, savouring the last moments of freedom before I was exposed for who I truly was. Today was the day I'd been waiting for and simultaneously dreading my entire life: it was the day I realise my ancestry.