Luna Du Celest found herself on a grassy field with the open sky over her head and nature’s life all around her. She took a deep breath. The world was woken up with a startle, from the grass and the minuscule insect to the herbivore and predator, it ebbed to her breath, and thumped to the beat of her heart.

She stood up in her Divine Silk robes, oversized, floating, and stared into the horizon. The smells, the stillness, the calm of the filed she found herself in. It was a peace she had not felt in uncountable millennia. It seemed as if her ever pressing thoughts, the need to work, act, not stay still had faded away, plucked out of her tired spirit with the healing caress of this world she had long forgotten.

It was now that she remembered this place. The powerless twin of Hearth, The Qi-less Earth. The Planet that had made the choice to lock it birthright inside itself for reasons even her predecessors could not understand. It now welcomed Luna with open arms, helping in from the first moment of contact. She could not bring it in her heart, if she deigned to claim she still had one, to prod into its reasons for this isolation from the Heavens.

It was at that moment that something changed for Luna, something she did not understand entered the edges of her tightest ring of perception. A noise like that of a hundred grunting bulls rushing forth through the dirt a Great distance away, for normal people. With her interest piqued she stretched her arms forward palms open and dug her fingers into the soft, slimy, fabric of space that restricted most beings from interacting with it. She opened the flaps of reality and closed them back up as sign of courtesy after appearing on the other end of the window she had opened.

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A young man, only in his twenties, drove his car with a maddening speed. His thoughts birthed in the thousands, and crackled like fire on his consciousness. His forehead dripped with sweat and his eyes and ears twitched like that of a frightened mouse. One expecting it’s fateful enemy to appear around the corner.

No coherent thoughts came about of this great brain storm, all they managed to do was send him rocketing through the thin curved path the road took, careening around the bends and overshooting every corner.

Peaceful nature all around and he himself felt like his whole body was burning hotter and hotter with every passing moment. At some point he stopped. He could take it no more. His tires screeched and smoked to a halt. He blasted his door open, stumbled on his feet and fell, knees first, to the ground. He threw up in the middle of the asphalt road. Bile hot like lava burned its way up his throat and splutter out of his mouth and two nostrils. Foul shivered traveled down his spine as he emptied his breakfast, and Archie felt that much smaller in his own body yet again.

It was at that point that a silver light unlike any other he had seen spread over him and the bile on the road, it decomposed into nothingness. Even with the mess on his face being spank clean, Archie's eyes widened as he looked up at a woman of such magnificence that it filled him with the need to worship her. On the asphalt hot asphalt with her bare feet exposed to the morning wind. Archie took in a few breaths. Each one greater than the one before and eventually stood up, a rose tint bloomed on his face.

He stood a little shorter than the female incarnation of beauty and elegance, he swept his hands over his long hair and tied it into a knot with a hair-tie on his wrist. He straightened his shirt and cleared his throat. He stared right into those milky white eyes, deeper than the galaxy itself. Before he got consumed by their infinite complexity and color he looked away. He focused on the perfect spot of skin right between the woman’s thin, straight brows.

“Hi. I’m Archeseus, but since that name is always such a hustle to say I allow others to call me Archie; and also… I love you please marry me.”

The divine person stood in silence. Until she stopped manipulating the winds to take the foul smell away and drew the natural aura of her body into her core. The divine majesty, the force that made other’s want to kneel in joy had disappeared mostly. Yet even as her her stopped rustling in the wind and settled on the skin on her nape and shoulders, hair as shining a milky silver, they sent pangs of emotions coursing through Archie. Above all embarrassment took the forefront.

“That… Is a… Proposition?” The woman was not angered by the words Archie was cursing himself for, she spoke slowly, with intent.

“You sound foreign, My fair lady, yet you speak my language very well.”

“I am from quite a far place.” She spoke, this time her accent sounded more proper, her speech resembling Archie's even more.

He felt his heart pick up its pace, his lungs hungered for air, and the voice of this woman standing straight in front of him melted his mind. Indeed, this woman brought such embarrassment to Archie that he turned around and entered his car. He slammed the door behind him and pressed that gas pedal to the max as he rocketed off…. Only to be stopped when titanic hands of near transparent silver energy born from the air and the ground reached out and picked up one of humanity’s greatest mechanical achievements as if it weighed nothing and held him there, until he realized he was going nowhere.

“You would go ahead and leave a lady such as myself all on her own?” Archie rocked his head to the backseats of the car where the woman had suddenly appeared and then back to where she had been standing. He could see the hint of a playful smile on her full red lips. Her eyes like the moon lit up a fire in his gut.

“Of course not! Fair maiden. Where do you want to go from here? Your wish is my command.” Archie giggled to himself and scratched the back of his ear.

“To Your home.” The woman of exquisite majesty even without her profound aura to add to it, made a demand too strict.

“But I just left that place!” Archie burst, then winced

He gulped, his eyes not daring to stare at the rear view mirror. “Your wish is my command Fair maiden.” He turned the wheel around and the many hour long trip back to the forest his family lived in begun. The sun high in the sky and the fresh air of spring brought the smells of sweet jasmines through the window. Despite the mix of dread and fear forming in his mind, Archie's face could not help but morph into one of joy as he stole looks at the woman of long hair, fair skin, beauty beyond imagination, with magic on top of that, that had burst into his life when he most needed it.