My name is Yaela. In my language, a language long lost, it means Moon's Glow.
But is the moon really glowing?
My mother is the moon, yes she is the moon. But the one you see every night isn't her. That is just a ship. She is inside. She controls everything, from the animals - who sleeps and who is awake - to the water - where it rises and where it falls - to the moonlight.
I am her daughter.
When I was younger, I would be out alone by a pond that, when the moonlight was on it, would glimmer and seem to fill with moonlight. I would laugh and danger on the sand, happy.
But the day came when Mother and Aunt, the sun, battled. I ran away before either could find me, and I hid in woods.
Since then I've grown up, but I have never been found...
This is my story of the dark of my side of the light.
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Is the Moon bright? (creepypasta story)
FanfictionThis is a story about a young girl named Yaela. She never wanted to be important, but now she is. After three years of running from the Cosmos war, the creepypastas find her. When they realize who her mother is, will they battle with her? Or will th...
