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Birthday
• 1986-10-08
Gender
• Female
Location
• somewhere you are not
Member Since
• 2003-10-05
Occupation
• a storyteller
Real Name
• Jess - but Maarii to everyone here!

Personal

Achievements
• staying partially sane
Anime Fan Since
• a while
Favorite Anime
• the cute, funny, serious, thought provoking ones
Goals
• to one day save the world and fall in love
Hobbies
• watching people, writing
Talents
• apparently blowing things up with my mind

myOtaku.com: Maarii

Sunday, August 21, 2005

short story part 1
“I only saw the moonlight,” she wrote. “I only saw the world in black and white, and I never imagined it would have been as it was. I didn’t think I’d ever see through the blindness.” She pressed her eyes closed, urgently trying to remember. All the memories were fading so fast in her mind. She must recall his face. If only she wouldn’t lose that.
“His eyes were silver amber when he smiled, a gem among the beauty of his features. Soft brow, hard jaw, strong nose, gentle lips. These things I’d only imagined in dreams, I saw under that moonlight. I saw only the moonlight.” She tried to catch the tears before they hit the paper. The ink bled across the white page, turning a white world gray. She dabbed at the splotch with the corner of her night shirt. She had to write it all down before it was swallowed by the reality of day. “If I just hadn’t said it,” she whispered to the crinkled sheets of paper. She squeezed her eyes shut ever harder, blocking out the light and the memory of all it had cost her to truly see.
“I only saw the moonlight,” she whispered over and over again, and she was convinced that eventually it would be the truth.

She woke up that night because of the moon, but I didn’t intend to show her anything else. I have no control of their lives, the humans that live in this world. Most of them have been blind for so long that the word ‘seeing’ has lost all meaning. But the moonlight woke her up, as it always has, and I wanted to watch her again. Her reaction was like none I’ve ever seen before. First she thrust her hand into the light, waving it this way and that, examining the way her skin looked under moonlight as bright as day. Then she got up from her bed as if possessed by a desire to explore this light. She walked silently to an open window and breathed in deeply, and she closed her eyes. That was the moment she brought me out into the open. In that instant she saw only the moonlight behind her closed lids, and when she opened her eyes she saw only what the moonlight hides.
She gasped very quietly, because my moonlight tends to silence even the most naturally loud noises. “Don’t be frightened,” I said. “I won’t hurt you.” I hadn’t realized how close I was to the screen that separated her eyes from mine.
“Who are you?” Her voice was honeysuckle in the stillness.
“I am this,” I said.
“What?” She got closer to the partition between us, putting her hand on the window sill and raising herself to my eye level.
“I am the moonlight,” I touched the screen and it dissolved under my hand.
“Wah-ait… wait,” she jumped back and caught her footing before she fell.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and took away the light. As her face fell into shadow, a sadness filled my heart. I only wanted to see her eyes shimmer beneath my moonlight.
She disappeared into the darkness of her home. I wanted to recede back into the sanctuary of shadows, once again become only the moonlight, but I also wanted her to come back. I didn’t’ know why.
Then another window slid open with a sucking sound as it pulled away from the wall. “Who are you?” she asked as she stood at the open window. “What are you?”
I was pulled towards her, within a fingers length of touching her warm skin. “I am only the moonlight.” I said.
My words seemed to chill her, but she was also drawn to me. She braced her arm on the open sill and pulled her legs up into the small opening. Then she was standing on the cool dirt, so close to me that the house she inhabited seemed to become intangible and totally unimportant. “Tell me who you are, truthfully.”
I searched my mind for a name, for a definition that she could understand. Humans have such strange ways of looking at the world but never really seeing it. A thought raced through me, “I’m the Fae of the Moon, the King of the Night, and sometimes Creator of Dreams,” I blurted out.
Her mouth twisted sideways and her eyebrows lowered. “You’re a fairy?”
I sighed.
“Goodness gracious,” she said. “You’re a fairy.”
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