The Slivered Moon (1)- the triumphants

On nights like these you are so vulnerable to the world around you. So at ease with the night sky and the warm breeze that pushes weakly against you, like that burst of air when entering the supermarket. When I was walking out of work, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend about plans we had to have a picnic in the woods. I was walking blindly towards my car, and by the time I looked up I was in the middle of the busy drive-thru area, not having realized prior that I was even walking at all. When I got in my car I put my phone in my glove box, a habit I had formed to keep myself from checking it on the road. I looked up and the night sky and saw the slim sliver that was supposed to be the moon. It looked like the kind you’d see on cheesy wizard costumes during Halloween. But it made me think about what wizards would look like if they were real. Would they have long gray beards? Would they have slivered moons on their long pointy hats? Would they wear long cloaks and have long staffs like some dungeons and dragons character? I knew I had let my mind wander too much and started my car. I was excited for the picnic, and the sooner I got in my bed, the sooner tomorrow would come.

I rolled down my window and let the night sky fill the cabin of my car. Outside, I could hear the chorus of cicadas and crickets. The cicadas making that unmistakable cicada buzzing noise. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Ew, I thought to myself. The drive home went by fast as it usually did and before I knew it I was pulling into my driveway. When I got home I burst out of my car and into my house. I needed to relax after such a long day at work. As I sat down to watch TV, my phone started going off. I looked down at it and pinched my eyebrows together in confusion. My phone never goes off. Not unless work needs me on my day off. I picked it up hesitantly, and answered “Hello?”

“Hello! How’s it going?” Asked a voice that belonged to a man but calmed me for some reason. Now I was confused. Did I know them?

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” I asked.

“You’ll know. This is proof.” He hung up the phone before I got a chance to say anything further.

That was strange, I thought to myself. I must just be tired. I’m going to go to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

As I lay down for bed, I think to myself. What did that man mean. I’ll know? What if I wanted to know now? And why was he so comforting to hear? It was as though my soul knew something that I didn’t and was telling me it was all okay. But like an argumentative child, all I could think was, no! What is it? These thoughts swirled in my head. But it wasn’t long before I drifted into sleep.

I awoke in bright light and checked the time. I had thirty minutes to get ready for the picnic and arrive at the time I had planned- 10:30. Had I really slept in until ten? I thought. It would be an hour early, but I liked being that early so I could sit and enjoy the sunshine. That’s okay. I didn’t need to bring anything so I just headed out the door.

The phone call from last night circled in my head as I stumbled towards the woods, which, was not too far away from my house. As I walked closer and closer to the woods, I saw something that made my skin crawl. There was a A black powder that was in the shape of a pegasus. A pegasus? It had to be a coincidence, right?

When I was younger my dad told folklore about pegasuses. He said when they teleported they left black dust behind that only their owners or the princess could see.

I shuddered. What if this WAS a pegasus. Or, even more intimidating, what if she was the Princess that was in all of those stories she heard while growing up?

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