Full Moon Chapter Eleven

The dark figure moved towards where Giselle's body lies. He touched Giselle's soft, cold hands. Moon looked at the dark figure with mouth wide opened. "Why...” the figure whispered. He then turns his face towards Moon.

"It's been a long time, Moon." he said while removing his black hood. Moon stood still. His eyes were focusing on the figures facial features. He remembers the golden lock of hair. Short enough to show the face. His eyes, more blue than the color of the sea, a touch of warmth ran through Moons blood. His lips resemble the red rose, soft and supple. Just like his. Moon was too stunned. All he could hear was the beat of his heart and his rapid breathing. He then collapsed to an arm chair near the window. He wipes off his cold sweat with the back of his hands.

"I thought you were dead. I saw it with my own eyes. But how did you...”

“Dad. He saved me.”

“But how...”

“I’ll tell you everything later. For now, we have to save her.”

Tyler pointed at Giselle’s body. Her skin turned most horrifying color. It looks like her life is draining out of her. Moon was shocked. He ran to the side of the bed and shouted, “MOTHER! MOTHER! ” while grabbing both of the side of her arms but all the answer he could get is silence. Silence that filled the air since his mother fell unconsciously to the ground.

“It feels like death.” said Moon, thumped to the floor with his legs wrap up together. “It will be death if we didn’t attempt on saving her. Now gather the black candles next to the drawers.” He points at the drawer behind of Moon’s head. It was a small brown cupboard with weird carving on the side. It has few letters that is carved cursively on to the side of the weird carvings. Moon could not recognize the language. But he knows that the language was used by his great great grandfather’s funeral. He heard his mother chant during the speech giving ceremony. “Now, put those candles in a circular shape. We can’t move her so the candles would be around her bed. Hurry! She can’t make it any longer. I can feel her.” said Tyler, helping Moon to place the candle around the bed, which formed a perfect circle. “Stand back, Moon and please, close your eyes. Do not open your eyes unless I told you so. No matter what you heard or feel. Do not open them ok.” Tyler ordered and Moon nodded.

Moon stared at his mother’s body and also towards his brother who was preparing for the ritual. What is he trying to do? Moon thought while slowly lowering his eyelids. All he could do is just wait. Waiting for things to happen in the darkness beneath his heavy eyelids. He felt tired. Restless. But he couldn’t sleep. No. He must save mother from what ever it is that is holding her from waking up.

All he could feel after shutting his eyes were the winds that blow his dark black streak hair. But he noticed something. He couldn’t hear anything. Only the wind that is pounding. Strong wind that is pushing him towards the chair that he sat earlier. He was very much far away from the spot where he laid the candles for his brother. He wanted to open his eyes, but resist to it. No matter what you heard or feel. Do not open them ok. That is what Tyler said to him. He heard nothing but only the wind that brushed through his skin. Suddenly he heard a scream. A scream that he could recognize it from anywhere. MOTHER! Shouted Moon in his heart. He couldn’t move a muscle. Not a bit. He couldn’t even open his eyes because of the strong wind that is now beating his skin like it’s a force. Then, everything went silent. Silent that can kill a living thing. Silent and only his breathing, rapid heart beat. Tears started to rolled down his cheeks. Even Moon himself doesn’t know why he was shedding tears. He opened his eyes slowly; all he could see was a white blur. He rubbed his eyes to make the image clearer. He saw it. He saw Tyler. Lay sprawled on the floor, blood coming from his wound at the lower part of his abdominal. His mother, Giselle, was crying very hard. Holding on to Tyler’s body.

“Moon! He’s hurt! Help HIM!” shouted Giselle to her son. Moon was frozen solid of what happen. His mother, once beautiful and also fair skinned are no longer all that. Her skinned are scarred with bruises, her hair wasn’t tidy and her eyebrows were bleeding. “But mother, you’re…you’re…bleeding...” Moon stuttered. “Hurry, he’s hurt! Moon! Get help!” shouted Giselle.

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To be continue..