A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Away

Chapter 21

It was nearly midnight and everyone else was asleep. Luna got up silently, grabbing the small bag out of her backpack before moving downstairs. The house was completely silent, and Luna moved like a ghost, not interrupting the noiseless night.

She was well accustomed to the silence of night. There was only one night a year that she would stay up this late purposefully without allowing anyone else to know, but Luna had learned how to never interrupt the silence when moving, especially on this particular night. It was like hallowed ground in a graveyard to her. It would be disrespectful to break it.

It felt like a weight had descended upon the house. One full of depression.

Or maybe it was just her.

She sat down at the computer that was meant for everyone's use at a desk in John's office. No one really used it, save Luna for fanfictions, but it was there all the same.

She opened the computer and turned it on. The silence of the house was partly broken with the small hum of the computer starting up.

Luna slowly let out a quiet breath as the room was bathed in a blue light as the screen came to life.

A click sound was made as she pressed on her user profile before the computer began login it.

Not too long later, Luna was in. She closed her eyes, feeling for the button that would pop out the place to put her disk, preparing herself for what was to come.

Another small click sound was made as disk player popped open. Luna found the disk she wanted in her bag and put it in, gently closing it with another click. A message appeared on the computer and Luna went through it, gently turning up the volume of the computer. A glance at the clock told her it was twelve.

And then, the stillness of the house was completely broken as an old video with grainy imagery appeared. Luna hugged her knees to her chest.

"Say 'hi' to the camera sweety," a beautiful voice said as a woman with blonde hair and dark blue eyes matching Luna's in shade appeared, holding a small three year old black haired girl.

The three year old laughed, saying "hi" and causing the woman to give a beautiful smile that caused tears to appear in Luna's eyes.

But they didn't fall.

Not yet.

"Guess what day it is. Happy third birthday!" the woman said, before kissing the little girl on the cheek who laughed.

The video went on to watch the three year old blow out candles on a small cake covered with chocolate icing. It was just the mother and her daughter.

Then the screen turned black before continuing to another video. This was of the same woman singing as she rocked her daughter to sleep. The baby was little, maybe not even a year old.

This video was quiet, the soundtrack that had once accompanied it lost to time.

So Luna began to sing.

"Silver light,

She turned her face up to the starlit sky,

And on this night began to wonder why.

She knew that soon the day would come.

Born to be,

An heir of beauty and serenity.

Into this world she entered quietly,

To her surprise she was the one.

Destiny was close behind her,

Phantom of borrowed life.

And the sea was a reminder,

Mirror of given light.

Then one day,

The sign she'd waited for in skies of grey.

Traversed a winding road and came her way.

She found the love she hoped she would.

But she knew,

That she had promises to stay true to.

The dormant daughter of the silver moon.

Then all at once she understood.

Destiny was close behind her,

Phantom of borrowed life.

And the sea was a reminder,

Mirror of given light.

From the sky,

She watched the life,

She'd known she would leave behind.

Said goodbye,

And gave her people,

Life through her sacrifice."

Glistening tears were streaming down Luna's cheeks now as she placed her head between her knees. It was a beautiful song that she had found, one that was sad and heart breaking if one bothered to listen to the words.

Luna would sometimes try and fool herself into thinking that was the song her mom was singing to her in the broken video, a warning that she was going to leave Luna, despite the fact Luna's name was the one with a connection to the moon.

A sob racked Luna's body as she slowly undid some of the mental stitches that always blocked most of her feelings and memories of her past away. This was the one night a year she allowed the few emotions and remembrances that had to do with her mother to come to the forefront of her mind.

Fourteen years to the day, Luna had been born.

Eleven years to the day, the only person that had ever loved her had been murdered.

There were very few who were aware, but Luna's birthday was her mother's death day.