[ftm] 8.4 - what the moon saw
The moon was his only witness as he turned the virgin snow black red with blood. It was the only eye that took in the wealth and the wetness of it as it poured out of the fallen body at his feet. Its light was the only one, save for the light of the stars, which was reflected in the well-polished blade of his broadsword.
The moon saw one innocent man kill another in the name of an empty legacy, an inheritance that bought him nothing. No pride, no glory, no riches…just a beautiful night marred by blood and gristle, a pit of blackness and the pale gleam of spine under the stark illumination of that full, all-seeing moon.
What the moon saw on that cold winter night was the death of a boy and the birth of a man that would walk in shadows the sun could never dispel. It saw the virgin snow sullied, and one soul washed clean by ice and moonlight.
And if it had ears, it would have heard the only words that pierced the stillness of the winter night, deep, quiet, and filled with regret.
“I’m sorry.”
Muse: Mays Ryder
Fandom: Highlander (OC)
Words: 193
The moon saw one innocent man kill another in the name of an empty legacy, an inheritance that bought him nothing. No pride, no glory, no riches…just a beautiful night marred by blood and gristle, a pit of blackness and the pale gleam of spine under the stark illumination of that full, all-seeing moon.
What the moon saw on that cold winter night was the death of a boy and the birth of a man that would walk in shadows the sun could never dispel. It saw the virgin snow sullied, and one soul washed clean by ice and moonlight.
And if it had ears, it would have heard the only words that pierced the stillness of the winter night, deep, quiet, and filled with regret.
“I’m sorry.”
Muse: Mays Ryder
Fandom: Highlander (OC)
Words: 193