The year is 2522. Anna is a Remnant—a secret Christian in a world that has banned any form of religion. She is also an astro-geologist working with her Robot, named Z, for the Planetary Science Commission. The PSC has worked for 200 years to find alien life on another planet, and finally, after two centuries, a primitive lifeform has been discovered. Faced with the reality of evolved primitives on a forested moon, Anna begins to question all she has ever believed. Anna and Z travel to the newly-discovered moon in search of answers, but a terrible accident leaves them stranded. Faced with dangerous natives and unfamiliar surroundings, Anna and Z stumble upon a conspiracy that has universal implications. Will Anna discover the truth about the moon and its inhabitants?
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After dinner, Breigh and Kiena left the party so they could find a quiet place to talk.
Breigh’s eyes watched her with purpose, as though memorizing all of her features. The intensity took Kiena by surprise, and she did her best to keep her eyes from meeting his.
A dark lock of hair fell into his face, which he attempted to tuck behind his ear as he looked away into the starlight. “I think the snow looks best when gently lit by the night sky.”
Kiena’s lips drew gently to the side as she took in the view, “Night is my favorite time of all. Who can sleep through this amazing view?” She laughed, “I will never understand those who go to sleep early to rise before the sun. They miss the best hours of the night. How do they ever see the stars? How can they truly enjoy the moonlight?”
“I suppose we will never know. Though I do agree with you.” Breigh slipped into a moment of contemplative silence.
A breeze gently stirred the air around them, like the forest let out a soft exhale into the stillness. It swirled her hair just enough to take it into her eyes. She brushed the hair to the side of her face, before feeling Breigh’s eyes on her again. Shyly Kiena turned to look at him, curious to watch his expression as he adored her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “The moonlight gives your dark hair a silver glow. I have thought this many times, though never said it.”
Kiena’s heart fluttered for a moment as she nervously curled her shoulders in. Her thoughts turned to the nervous fluttering in her stomach, hoping it would go away.
Breigh continued, “I also want you to know, the way you give of yourself to bring joy to everyone else is admirable.”
She smiled, turning to meet his eyes, “Thank you.”
“Don’t let it rob you though, Kiena.” His gaze became concerned, as he reached out to brush her cheek with the back of his hand. “You need someone to lean on, too. You give to everyone else, but rarely have I noticed you receiving.”
Tears threatened to flood her vision as she turned away, suddenly thinking of Rynn. “I had a friend,” her voice a mere whisper as she blinked several times. “I didn’t know I would ever need another.”
She felt his warm hand light on hers, his fingers soft and gentle as they curled around hers. Her eyes looked to it, a gentle sniff followed the first silent tear.
“Everyone needs a friend, my dear,” Breigh responded sympathetically.
There was truth in his statement, Kiena did not deny this. The truth could not keep her from looking back to remember, though. “There was one person who knew me best. We did everything together. He was my dearest and closest of friends.” She looked out at the forest beyond the dell, to a world she used to explore tiny patches at a time with Rynn. “We were inseparable, though I don’t deny we had our disagreements. And after he was married and moved on to a new place where I could not follow- well, in short I didn’t know how deeply a heart could shatter until then.” By now the tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. “After I had given so freely of my heart, and trusted so deeply with my soul, there wasn’t a reason to find someone else to share it with, no one else who would understand quite the same.”
“I think you give your colony very little credit,” his voice remained gentle, though Kiena detected a hint of a tease.
Biting back the ache in her chest, where once she had felt complete, Kiena nodded, but didn’t respond.
“It’s okay,” Breigh spoke again after another moment of silence. “You don’t have to tell me anything. And I’m sorry I made you cry.” He turned her chin to look at her. “You can tell me in your time. Until then, I hope to ease the ache in your heart and make those eyes of yours shine again. As they always should.”
Comforted by his words, Kiena tightened her fingers around his hand, and followed through with the compulsive thought to lean her head in his shoulder.
They sat together like this for a long while in the comfort of silence under the draw of brilliant darkness watching the stars shine.
Time was counting down as Kiena finished getting ready for the banquet. She had picked a dark blue dress that gently sparkled when light caught it. As she looked into the mirror, a brief memory rushed to her mind of Rynn.
“Blue is your color,” his eyes smiled as he spoke the words.
Gazing at her reflection, she tried to make the memory pass before it crept into her heart and made her cry. Kiena turned quickly to the window, touching the glass. The glass fogged under the warmth of her finger tips.
“I miss you, old friend,” She whispered, closing her eyes and letting the cold permeate her fingers, the sensation reaching to her wrist.
It was better to feel the cold, than heartache. Perhaps that’s why she loved winter so much? The cold created a numbness that one constantly needed to fight in order to survive, leaving little room to feel emotion. Winter Fae were not so touched by the cold, and she being half-winter thoroughly enjoyed the cold.
Regaining her countenance, Kiena noticed Breigh flying toward her ledge. Suddenly her heart beat felt as though it would fly from her chest. She hadn’t expected to feel so off-guard just watching him.
The moment of sadness instantly vanished, leaving Kiena in twisted nervous knots as she opened to door to Breigh.
His eyes sparkled, smiling brightly as he took her in, “Kiena, you look brilliant.” He extended his arm to her, “Shall we?”
She reached for his arm, a new feeling of joy reaching into her heart as he led her out the door, and into the beautiful winter twilight.
What do you do when you figure out you missed it?
How do you pick up the pieces when you realize it’s never going to be the same it could have been?
Trust is meaningless. Hope is frail. Illusions of a dream never meant to come true.
Prince Charming is a joke. Love is elusive, meant for tales we weave beyond our woes.
Dreamers exist to brighten the world with fallacies. We lose ourselves in the romance of fantasy.
Dreams and wishes our hearts make put us fast to sleep, slumbering in clouds to escape reality.
Reading ourselves stories to brighten the night, where every happy ending is true. For who reads to remind themself life is frail?
And now broken love remains. A light to shine out to the others, perhaps someone might be cheered from this endless gloom.
Take heart, hope at least burns for someone. It doesn’t mean reality gets better. But at least you know someone cares. I can care enough for you when you lose sight of yourself.
“Why do you do that?”
Kiena looked up, startled by the intrusion. The object in front of her shimmering purple for a second, before returning to pale yellow. Her eyes met Düne, who had been somewhat stand-offish around her.
Kiena looked back at the glowing fishbowl, watching the flowers float serene on the water, “It helps brighten the atmosphere. With mirth and light.”
“I understand this,” Düne sat down opposite of her, “but why are you doing it?”
“I like gifting people with Joy and mirth.” She responded quietly.
“It seems to me,” Düne leaned forward, “that you save very little for yourself.”
The object shimmered green and orange, Kiena did not notice, but Düne did.
“I have plenty of joy.” Her voice was not confident. In fact she suddenly fell sullen.
Düne smiled knowingly. He had struck a cord. “You are not required to be fake, Kiena. You’re beautiful and unique as you are. I don’t know what hurt you. But what I do know is you cannot hide from the heartache.”
A tear escaped, tracing her cheek with a glisten, “Excuse me.” Wisking her tear quickly away, the faerie leaned over for another fishbowl.
Düne understood the cue and excused himself, watching as Kiena tried to make the next fishbowl glow.
She felt a heavy sadness settle into her stomach. She could produce hope. Even if she didn’t always allow herself to feel it. It was her right. Nobody else should suffer because she did.
So why must she be so obvious?
After meeting Breigh officially, Kiena spent several days with him and his friends. They were delightful. She enjoyed every moment in their company.
Winter was setting it. Morning frost turned into gentle layers of snow. Kiena watched her new friends craft snowflakes and icy layers of crystal.
Capra caused the ice to glow. Dax told Kiena that Capra’s people were said to have descended from the stars.
Breigh seemed genuinely interested in including her in their daily activities. When Kiena was not working she was most often found with them.
It felt good to be included. She found herself cheering up little by little as the days turned into weeks.
Before long, Winter Solstice was approaching, and they were preparing for the seasonal festivals.
As Breigh flew to her on the top of the dell where she was preparing to work on filling decorations with joy, Kiena realized for the first time she no longer woke up thinking of Rynn.
Their eyes met, causing a jolt of electricity to spread across her chest. She blinked twice, darting her eyes to the bowl in front of her. “Hi, join me,” she said, clearing the space next to her.
“Actually, I wanted to ask if you would join me.” He plopped into the chair, propping on his elbows and smiling with a comical grin.
Trying not to laugh, Kiena glanced briefly at him twice, focusing on the object in front of her, “I have a lot to do right now, where did you want to go?”
“To the feast tonight,” he paused briefly so she’d look at him, “with you.” He finished with a wink.
Not altogether surprised, but definitely hiding excitement Kiena could not keep from smiling ear to ear, “Why?” She asked.
Briegh blinked, visibly nervous as he worked to answer, “I thought that, while we usually just meet each other, it would be nice if you go with me.”
Warmth spread through her chest, “Why wouldn’t we just meet each other here?”
“Because I don’t want to just meet like friends would.” He reached for words, and reached for her hand, “I want to come to your door and take you by the hand. And then, perhaps we would walk together.”
“That sounds nice.” Kiena beamed, not realizing the object in front of her radiated, the aura grew with intensity.
Briegh smiled knowingly, “so I will plan to be there shortly before sunset.”
“I will wait for you.”
“Good.” Breigh nodded, and awkwardly said goodbye before flying away again.
Kiena watched him go, and then turned her attention back to the bowl. “Oh my!” She exclaimed watching it glow, suddenly realizing she’d completely given her emotions away.
A skip in my chest. Warmth spreads from the center, tendrils flowing toward my shoulders.
My arms curl around myself in reaction. I sigh, closing my eyes, and suddenly you are there with me.
A hand flows with my hair, drawing gently on my neck to bring me into you. I feel your face to my cheek. Your lips gently press into my shoulder, and a shiver spreads behind my ear down to my back.
The fan swirls air about me. The tease takes me back to dreaming.
Dreaming of happiness. Dreaming of adventures.
Dreaming of sitting next to you as I sit and write. To feel your shoulder against mine.
To hear your breath, a sniff, to watch you create worlds of your own as I create mine.
To taste your flesh. To feel your lips to mine.
Projecting you into my daily routine. I get lost in the idea. It causes me to stop.
It distracts me. Suddenly my mind goes blank. And when it does, it fills with you.