In a small, dimly lit house, The wooden walls of the house seemed to breathe in the shifting light, casting shadows that stretched and shrank with every passing moment. The flickering flames of the hearth played tricks on the eye, dancing in reverse as embers that had fallen returned to the fire, reigniting into blazing tongues of warmth. The worn floorboards beneath Rancent's feet creaked in a distinct rhythm, as if the echoes of past footsteps were retracing their steps, leading back to their original position.
The light of day, usually a steady progression, now flickered with an unsettling rapidity. One moment, the golden rays of the sun would spill through the small window, painting the room in soft amber hues. The next, twilight would descend, and the room would be bathed in deep indigo as stars blinked into existence. And then, just as swiftly, the sun would rise again, but from the west, streaking across the sky in a reverse arc before disappearing once more.
He’d hop onto the stool and gaze at the three moons outside, their ghostly light illuminating the night sky. The three moons, arranged like distant sentinels, bathed the world in their ethereal glow. Each one had a distinct color: one a soft silver, another a deep blue, and the third a pale gold. Their light mingled in the sky, casting a mystical hue over the landscape.
“Maeve, do you ever wonder why there are three moons?” Rancent asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he continued to stare out the window.
Maeve looked up from where she was mending a shirt by the fire, her needle moving backward through the fabric. “Father used to say they’re the eyes of the gods, watching over us,” she replied with a soft smile. “Each one sees something different—past, present, and future.”
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Rancent’s gaze remained fixed on the moons, his mind swirling with thoughts. “Do you think they can see us right now? I mean, really see us? What if they’re not just watching, but waiting?”
Maeve chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “You and your wild ideas, Rancent. But who knows? Maybe they are. Or maybe they’re just there to remind us that the world is full of mysteries we’ll never fully understand.”
A small frown creased Rancent’s brow. “I don’t like mysteries. They make me feel…small. Like there’s something big out there, waiting to swallow us up.”
Maeve walked over and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Don’t worry about things like that, Rancent. Whatever’s out there, your sister will protect you no matter what.”
He’d look away concerned, then smiled and agreed. “Yeah.. Thank you Maeve..”
She looked up, her golden eyes glistening in the soft light, while her jet-black hair gleamed in the breeze coming through the open window. Maeve had let out a hopeful smile.
“Well, it’s time to lay your eyes to rest.” Rancent would jolt to look at Maeve in confusion.
“What? Why, it’s the weekend!“
Maeve had let out an annoyed sigh and placed 2 fingers between her eyebrows as they folded.
“Look, even if it’s the weekend, im pretty sure that one of your writing teachers needs you to complete work from yesterday.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun!”
Maeve watched as he stormed off to his room, his footsteps echoing faintly down the hallway. A soft smile tugged at her lips, a mixture of amusement and affection. After a moment, she turned away, her gaze drifting to the window. The night outside was a combination of deep blues and silvers, painted by the light of the three moons. Their ghostly glow bathed the landscape in a soft, ethereal radiance, emitting long, delicate shadows that danced across the ground. The moons hung low in the sky, their light filtering through the thin veil of clouds, making the world outside seem both serene and otherworldly. Maeve stood there in silence, captivated by the tranquil beauty.
[ I should probably go ask Rancent to pick up bread tomorrow before he heads to school.. ]