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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These children know not of the injustice they are put through. How are they to know if they are stripped of their memories and forced to believe that this is their life, that this is what they are meant to do? How are they to know that their lives mean more than to sit all day and wait for their fishing rods to catch a cluster of cloud that are of no use to them?
They are denied their rights to be born again, as another person entirely, to live a happier life with both parents who love them. They are denied the rights to know, to live, to have a choice, a future.
While they use a bait to capture the catch for the Guardian, at the same time, they are being used as baits to earn profits for the same person – if a person she can be called. Profits that would not be shared among them, that they would have no part of, that would glide by in front of their eyes and deposit themselves into the elegant, gold clad hands of the Guardian, and the children would return to their monotonous work of sitting all day with the fishing rods held between their fingers.
