A/N: Hello. I have actually written this whole story, but I still need to go through it with a fine comb to edit it one last time before I put it up here. (I also have some formatting issues to work out.) I will try and update every Sunday night or Monday night. (Or if there are enought reviews/followers every other day...MAYBE.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of the Dance of the Moon.
I pushed my dark heavy locks back from my face. I sat on my hunches, looking around the sunlit room. My half-used bucket of water stood alone like a soldier standing at the ancient kings and queens' graves.
I got up and walked over to the silvery mirror on the wall next to the bed. The shiny polished surface reflected back to me the image of my face. I glazed over my features.
I had black hair that was slightly wavy, that fell down to the middle of my back. My bright yellow-gold eyes where framed by long black eyelashes. My skin was pale, contrasting greatly with my hair.
I began a simple tune Feu, my sister, often sings as she cleans:
"With the magic on your door,
You simply can't say no,
To a face that once was young,
To a face that once was wind,
When you fly,
Away on the wings of the wind,
Remember the ground,
Hard and cold."
The song then morphed into a different one:
"When you see me,
Do not show me,
Help me hide,
Behind your door,
You can help me,
You can guide me,
With you I can get through,
That's why I can see."
Picking my next favorite tune, I began polishing the mirror:
"I see no one,
No one at all,
Just a lone-a,
With no friends,
Just a child,
With no way,
But I see,
What once was gone in her,
The magic she doesn't see,
So when you see her,
Say no, you are not here,
You are gone to that world,
The world I can't see."
I whirled around when I heard the door creak as it opened. A red-head came in. It was my younger sister, Feu. She sang:
"You are as lovely as the moon,
As harsh as the sea,
Do not blame me,
I am no one compared to you,
You are my life, my love, my sanity,
With your help I can get through,
Without you I am lost."
"Papi told me to tell you that Uncle Montage in coming the day after the next. What do they call it? Oh yes! Thurdiday!" exclaimed Feu.
Mer burst into the room, shoving Feu aside. Feu glared at her blonde sister. I smiled at them both.
"No!" Mer cried. "Papi's exact words were, 'Tell the dancing bird that Uncle Montage is NOT coming, as he has caught the flu.' Just think, Uncle Montage has the flu!" She giggled. She smile the faded, and morphed into a smirk. "Feu, I shall tell Papi what you said! Hella Lune, good ta see ya!" she added cheerfully, as she slipped gently across the room to violently shake my hand.
"It's as if she isn't your sister," Feu said to me when Mer left, kicking the bucket with the water.
"Well, she is," I muttered. "And don't do that. You'll spill the water and I'll have to clean this room again!"
"And why does Mer always have to run? One of these days she'll break down the inn! Your young head can't comprehend all that I'm saying can it Mer?" complained Feu. "Or should it be 'Mermaid'?" she muttered spitefully.
"No, it shouldn't, Feu! I think you know that!" I remarked. "Anyway, you're only – what? - nineteen months older that her."
"It's eighteen, actually," she said coldly. "But even my older sister doesn't know that!" she scoffed.
"Come on," I pulled her down the stairs into the kitchen, leaving the room to be cleaned later. The room wasn't being used.
"Hello girls!" Moma said when we came in. "What do you want? Or are you looking for something?"
"For Mer. Feu has something to tell her," I answered.
"What does she need to tell her?"
"Where is she?" I asked, ignoring the question.
"In the main room, dear, but why do you-?" I cut Moma off.
I pulled Feu into the main room, the Fogerto, and to where Mer was sitting next to a lady. Feu broke free of me and ran to them, ignoring the stares of the various people in the inn.
"Auntie Arzia! Auntie Arzia!" she cried joyously, spinning around in circles.
One of the guests yelled, "Shut it little Miss! Everybody knows it's Auntie Arzia from that one! The only sensible person of your lot is her!" He pointed at me. It was the tailor. He looked a mess, his brown hair was messed up and his clothing was hanging off of his body.
"Oh Mr. Tailor, why don't you be quiet and stop drinkin' that powerful stuff!" scolded one of his friends as he slapped the man's hand away from his mug.
All of the sudden, Star burst out of the kitchen saying, "Go back to your meals and drinks! You are all too drunk or going to get too drunk to care soon, or might not even get drunk – but that's not the point! The point is, is that you should all stop this ungratefulness to those who clean your rooms, wash you rooms, and cook you food! Now get back to you drinks and food!"
Star swept over to us at Auntie Arzia's table and slid onto the bench next to me.
"You are brave and headstrong, Star. You'll make this inn a five-star inn!" said Auntie Arzia.
"Or negative five-hundred!" muttered Tree, who had silently walked over to our table and sat down next to Star. "Papi'll be mad if he finds us all hanging around in the Fogerto when ewe should be working!"
Auntie laughed. "Oh tell old Bertie, nobody's going to die if we're having a good time in the Fogerto! You just tell your old Papi that running an inn isn't all a young man, like yourself Tree, can do, or might be interested in. Yes, tell your Papi remember the days when he himself lazed about by the Unknown Forest and walked the Forbidden Trail to Farmville for a game of ball," laughed Auntie Arzia. "But I must agree. Let's go help out in the real world for a while, then go and have some fun!"
"Is Uncle Fred coming?" asked Star.
"No. At least I think not, Star," Auntie answered him. "Last time I was him, he was leaving our home in Hallows End to go on a trip or convention in Towerville. So I have no idea."
"Oh. I do hope he does," Star said, looking at the hard wooden table and tracing the knots with his finger.