everyone sees the light that the moon shines upon them
but no one sees the darkness it hides
[fantasy]
[sort of fanfiction]
[complete]
[cover by the lovely @-behindthescenes <3]
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The children are given a fishing rod each.
They are told to take their own seats and dip the fishing rod into the clouds that float below them. Soft, cottony clouds, sometimes purely white, sometimes reflected by a heavenly blue that shines in their eyes, sometimes a dark grey. Occasionally, they are flimsy, diluted, and glimpses of whatever is below the clouds can be caught – a large stretch of green land surrounded by a rippling blue. But most of the times, the clouds are dense, and the only thing they can see are the clouds themselves.
They don't know what their fishing rods are supposed to catch. They don't know that fishes can't be found in clouds that are merely an accumulation of water vapour. They don't know anything except for the fact that this place – the moon – is their home, and that their job is to sit for hours and wait for a catch.
Sometimes they're lucky. Sometimes they aren't.
If they are lucky, their bait gets caught amidst a thick cluster of cloud, usually darker than the rest, and they are rewarded with a glowing smile by their Guardian. If they aren't lucky enough, they are still rewarded by a glowing smile by their Guardian, accompanied by a sharp, steely glint in her eyes that warns them to be more efficient in the future.
