Fiction: Group 4
Unexpected Love
Beijing World Youth Academy, Temutsilekhu, Dari - 14, Fiction: Group 4
armth of the moon in the water's reflection
With blinded eyes and empty heart Moon roamed the world with no direction or
meaning. A hollowed voice, the words of emptiness he could not verbalize. Moon was all alone in the dark
cold night, merged in the darkness. He had never tasted the warmth of love, of a smile, of feelings. He
would roam the world all alone in utter darkness. The moon was empty because he did not have anyone to
talk to but the childish stars, which only danced around him and only told him the stories of Earth. He had
nothing to do, except dodge the bright young stars falling down from their child's play, and from the sky.
He sighed, "I wonder if this is what my life is, empty stares, and saddened glares at me? When I do not
warm nor shine upon anyone?" A saddened tear escaped his eye; he wanted to be something more, so badly
just for someone.
One day, a bright young star peeped. "I heard about a sight like no others: Sun which warms
everything in the world. A glimpse of her blinds you with her beauty. The warmth of her radiates and
burns. Her smile sends shivers of warmth down your spine, and her laughter makes each and everyone's
heart skip a beat. Without Sun, death would reach each and every one, standing before everyone's eyes in its
black shawl," the star peeped out, looking proud of her-self to have brought such information to the moon.
The other stars started to laugh in unison, the jingling sound of bells echoing through the dark veil of the
sky.
"How can that be?" a star laughed.
"You are speaking nonsense how is that possible we never saw that Sun you are talking about?" one
smiled.
"Quiet!" Moon roared. The stars stopped, staring in awe, and burst out into laughter.
"Look, after all these years of silence, the big one speaks." They laughed so giddily as if it was the most
amusing thing to happen to them. Moon walked away; he was not mad at them. He was happy for them,
for the first time in his life he felt his heart lighter. What if the Sun was the one that would make his ice-
cold heart warm? The newfound hope warmed his heart.
He needed to see her and find her. The idea captured his heart. The idea of Sun that set green
plants sprouting from the ground, Sun that scintillated and radiated through the sky. He set out to look for
Sun who hung in the sky in a perfect round golden circle, warming everyone's heart. He felt as if the gravity
was pulling him towards her. He traveled around the Earth. He never noticed how beautiful Earth is, it
seemed so much more beautiful, and it stood before him in its truest glory. He wondered why he was never
able to notice the beauty of the Earth. He had watched it for so long, in pain, that his heart had created an
illusion of the cold loneliness of life. He marveled at the beauty of the rolling mountains and the sweet scent
of life. Perhaps it was the new found hope for a blazing future his heart ached for.
He rolled across the world, the warmth of the idea mending his bitter heart. He rolled and rolled;
he started noticing the same landscapes, exactly the same, and realized he was going in circles. He felt out of
time. He kept on chasing, and moving and running and rolling...captivated by the idea of the Sun.
He paused to rest, he closed his eyes "I can't explain why, but I want to try," he whispered. He looked
around the landscape that sent chills down his body; the stunning view which he saw was like nothing he
could imagine. The world was such an amazing sight. He caught a glimpse of a tidal wave of mystery. She
was River. She sustained the lives of creatures, the humans everything. A beauty, which was like no other, it
flowed through the hands of those who tried to steal it. Her melodious laughter infected everything, the
high, soft sound and the feeling of pure warmth. The fast paced speed, the way she was dauntless for
anything. Moon had never seen anything as beautiful; sure he heard about the marvels of the world, but
never of anything as beautiful as her.
River was so up wrapped in her thoughts she did not notice Moon. She thought of how she
wished she could soar through the sky like the birds, soaring freely across the sky. But she was tied to the
earth through which she ran. She wanted something different, something exciting. She had wished for many
things, sometimes it was too much for her to handle. One second she was grimmer than the death, the next
she was brighter than the stars at night, and laughing, singing and dancing her way down. She knew that she
did not understand herself and it annoyed her.
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