I had to write a story for homework, based on a quote from Romeo and Juliet. I chose, "moonshine's watery beams" I have no idea how that morphed into this story, but I hope you enjoy it. Please review to tell me what you think, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

♥~The Will of the Moon~♥

"Don't be afraid; I'll take care of you." Celine laughed at her brother as he struggled to climb the rock she had perched herself on. Finally, he managed to clamber to where she was and slumped to the ground panting. "Not yet, little one, you won't be able to see it from here!" She carried on up the cliff-like side of the hill. It was nearing eight o'clock, and the sunset had already streaked the sky with scarlet. After a few minutes she had got to the top and sat down. Her brother came up later bruised and bleeding from where he had slipped on a crumbling stone. "Isn't it magnificent?" she whispered as the sky became a dark blue.

"I suppose so. But why are we here?" whined her brother, annoyed that all the effort taken was just so that they could see the sky better.

"Insolent brat!" she snapped at him, "Look at the moon; it is so beautiful, it has an aura around it and lights up the velvet heavens!"

"If you insist." He replied. He began to climb down, muttering under his breath about his idiotic sister and what he deemed as foolish, her poetic musings and prophesies.

"Stupid child." She called after him, but ceased to care, enthralled by the silver ball above. Celine came here every night of her life since she could get away easily; it earned her a nickname with the other people of the village; Lunette, or 'little moon', not that she minded. She lay down on the dewy grass and watched its path across the sky.

This night was different however, the moon was more yellow, and it was larger than she had ever seen it. The stars were also bright, as if vying for the Moon's hoary flame. Celine followed the stars' light to the sea in the horizon. The water was thrashing about enraged. She could see a faint light in the water being thrown around. Looking up to the skies for reassurance, Celine scrambled down to the beach and waded into the water to get a better look. It was a small boat. Celine watched it being knocked against the rocks with a morbid fascination. Once the boat had sunk, her stare transferred to a man trying to stay above the waves. He wasn't going to make it, and had nothing to cling to. In the split second he went under, Celine dived into the raging waters and swam to him, heedless of the danger it put herself in. she found him floating unconsciously and dragged him to the shoreline. She gazed to the stars in search of direction but collapsed in exhaustion before they could answer.

The man awoke before her as the sun was above his head. He surveyed the woman beside him in interest, taking in her ripped clothes and haggard appearance. He looked at himself and noticed the same attributes. The man made to leave when Celine stirred. "Where am I?" she asked him, eyes closed in fatigue.

"I do not know; my boat was broken in last night's storm. I believe you saved me, for I do not remember you belonging to the crew."

Celine opened her azure eyes and looked at the man she had rescued. He was tall and well built, with a handsome face and sapphire eyes, which were trained on her. "I do not know, Monsieur; no one tells me these things. I believe we are in the realm of Libra however, as the stars above last night were hers."

"I am not an astronomer, Mademoiselle, nor do I have any talent of the stars. I am a humble traveller from a distant land. My name is Nen. May I know the name of my saviour?"

"You'll know me as Lunette. Forgive me, but I must go now. People talk; and I do not need more trouble." Celine bowed to Nen and ran over the hill towards the village leaving Nen to watch her leave in bewilderment. She reached there in minutes and ran home. 

Her mother stood in the doorway frowning. "Where have you been, young lady?" Celine sighed; her mother knew, of course, but put on the show for the other houses' inquiring ears.

"Out, mama." Celine replied.

"It is not safe for a young lady to go gallivanting around at night, returning in the afternoon!"

"I know; I'm sorry." She bowed her head in penitence and several curtains from other cottages stopped twitching. Celine's mother dragged her inside. Her brother was smirking from behind the doorway.

"See anything important last night?" he asked her. Celine didn't reply, he was only taunting her.

"Answer the boy, Lunette!" ordered her mother.

"Just waters in turmoil," answered Celine, she wasn't going to mention the man she had rescued, or he would be inundated with requests from mothers wanting to get their daughters off their hands. Her mother and brother scoffed at this and left her alone.

It took stealth and courage, but Celine managed to grab a loaf of bread and some ham from the kitchen and sneak out. She made for the coast, hoping that Nen would still be there. He was sitting on the grassy knoll Celine claimed for herself at night. She climbed up trying not to batter the basket in her arms.

Nen smiled when he saw her, hair wild and dress ripped. "I thought you'd leave me here!"

"You don't know me that well." She smiled.

"Evidently, so what have you brought me?"

"What makes you think that this is for you?" she said in mock outrage.

"Just a hunch." Nen replied before grabbing the basket and looking inside.

"Why you little…"

"Come on, no one can resist my charms!"

Celine raised an eyebrow, "I guess neither can the sea."

Solemnity returned; Nen gave the basket back to Celine. She took out the food and placed them on the towel which was covering the loaf of bread. She halved it and gave one side to Nen. He devoured it rapidly, stomach realising just how long he had been without a meal. "So you don't like ham then?" asked Celine. Nen laughed, he hadn't noticed the meat placed in front of him, but was busy watching the woman who put it there.

Celine looked at his arm; it was bloody from a deep cut under his shoulder. 'No wonder he couldn't swim!' she ripped a strip from her tattered dress and wrapped it around the wound. "Usually people are in pain when salt gets into a wound like this, some even cry!"

"I never cry, it is a weakness I avoid."

"You've never cried?" asked Celine, disbelievingly.

"No, and I don't intend to."

"So you're either a monster, or a medical miracle!"

"I'm neither; I just have enough self-discipline to control my emotions. Why do they call you Lunette?"

"It means little moon. I love it, and it loves me back." She replied simply, tone of voice indicating that she was bored of the question. Nen stayed silent until she packed up the remaining food and made to leave.

"Wait, will I see you again?"

"If you stay here, certainly. If you move, perhaps." Celine left Nen pondering her answer. Unknown to both of them, Celine had not left the village unnoticed. Her mother was not stupid, however dim she appeared to be. After realising that Celine's little escapades would never stop, she had told her brother Pierre to keep an eye on her. That he did…

Celine's uncle was very interested in her new friend; and how they had met. Figuring that Celine was heading back to the village, he came out of his hiding place and walked to the man. "Who are you?" he asked pompously.

"A traveller." Nen answered with equal animosity.

"Where do you hail from?"

"Far away."

"And why are you here?"

Nen almost told of the wreckage, when he remembered Celine's words, 'people talk'. He stood up, towering over Pierre. "I am here, because I am here. I travel for pleasure."

"There are not many pleasures at these shores, Monsieur, you had best be leaving."

"I'll be the judge of what I find pleasurable." said Nen, sitting back down on the grass, watching the clouds float by. Pierre gave up and left Nen, planning a way to get Celine to tell him about Nen and their relationship.

"Well?" asked Celine's mother later that day, "What was it this time?"

"A man." He replied sullenly.

His sister's eyes shone, this was something out of the ordinary… "Really? What did he look like? Was he rich? Did he speak nicely?"

"He was none of these things, but Lunette is infatuated, she fed him from our kitchen, and she joked with him as she has never done with her brother. To me he was an insolent vagabond."

"That is uncalled for. We'll ask Lunette about him tonight."

"You know we can't," he replied, "She slips out to solicit the moon at sunset every night. She has always done, and will always do."

"My daughter," she replied with a borrowed haughtiness, "is my concern. If I wish to speak with her, I will."

"If you wish…" he slipped out of the room to fetch Celine. He found her in the library, reading a book of legends. "This rubbish is not real; get it out of your head. Your mother wished to speak to you."

"And so she sends her faithful lapdog to fetch me?" asked Celine.

"How dare you…" spat Pierre, slapping her across her cheek, "I am obliged to do what she requests out of love, a fraternal instinct, as you should have for your brother, and not let him get hurt following your absurd ramblings!"

Celine's cheek stung, but she didn't once loose the sneer morphing her delicate features. She walked out of the library, ignoring the whispers in her direction and walked home. The sky was overcast, and Celine couldn't see a thing above the little thatched buildings. She braced herself for a scene, but her mother dragged her inside and shut the door.

Once her mother was sure that they couldn't be heard, she turned to Celine, a smile plastered on her face, "My darling Lunette, what is this I hear of you having a male friend?"

Celine glared at her, inwardly worried at her secret becoming public, "Are you hearing voices, mama? That is not a good thing."

Her mother stopped smiling at took her roughly by the collar, "Once again, I ask, who is this traveller you have befriended?"

"He is but a man, I saved him, and he is indebted to me. I have no other connection with him."

"Is that so?" asked her mother, fooled by her daughter's uncaring tone.

"It is." Celine made to leave but was stopped by her uncle. "Let me by!" she ordered imperiously. He didn't budge. She sighed resignedly and went to her room upstairs. Pierre smirked and his sister smiled, but in their glee, Celine climbed out of her window and escaped to the beach. She ran to Nen. "What did you tell him?"

"Who?" asked Nen, surprised at her apprehensive face.

"The man who talked to you, my uncle, he must have spoken to you!"

"Nothing of relevance; people talk, remember?" Nen's worry for Celine dissipated as he saw a relieved smile brighten up her face.

She thanked him and ran back. "I'm going to figure her out," thought Nen, "Soon I'll find out what's wrong."

Celine returned to her house and entered from the window she had escaped from. Greeting her however, was Pierre, with an evil grin on his face. "You must be taught, Lunette, you must be taught." Celine backed away as Pierre swiped at her face. The blow glanced off her cheekbone, grazing the skin slightly. He continued to hit her, and she continued to watch him in hatred; there was nothing she could do until he paused. Finally he did, and she took the chance to trip him and escape from the room.

Her brother was on the landing, he saw her battered face and his smile disappeared. "Who did this to you?" he asked worried.

"Your dearest uncle." choked Celine.

Her brother glanced to the door of her room in fear. Hearing a thump from inside, he fled to his room. Celine laughed at her brother's alarm; it wasn't like he would be attacked. She limped downstairs and out the door, ignoring people not out of choice, but out of her fading senses. She stumbled in the direction of the sea, the crashing waves ringing in her ears. She made her way slowly and reached the cove as the sun was setting.

Smiling, she lay down in the shade of the hill. Her thoughts were confusing her now; she remembered that someone was there, that he was a friend, but she couldn't remember more. She just lay on the smooth sand watching the sky change from crimson to cobalt. In her delirium, Celine began to sing softly, melody breaking into coughs now and again. The words were familiar to the scenery; for she sang this every night in her musings:

"Star light, star bright, what's in store for me tonight? Will it be fame? Will it be love? What says fate from above? What should I do? What should I say? Immortal beings use me in their fray."

She watched the sky, reading the stars' pattern on the night's sky. They were pleased with her, and answered all her questions. Celine said farewell to her mentors above and closed her eyes in peace.

Nen had heard her willowy voice, and had walked to the water's edge searching for her. Moonshine's watery beams fell on her, bathing her in an ethereal glow. She looked almost magical. Nen gazed at her graceful frame, mesmerised by her beauty. 'How could anyone do this?' he asked himself as he saw the wounds covering her body.

In response, a single tear fled from his eye in mourning. Even in death, the woman's presence was ensnaring. He sat by the body and wept.