I didn't put this last time since the post was so long but it's been a year since I started this blog and I thank you readers. I had a lot of things to do to day so sorry I'm posting this so late. And since I am currently on my phone I will change any mistakes or problems when I can get to my computer.
Purple Moon
Full Moon 6
The feeling of floating is the first thing she is aware of. Next comes something brushing against her skin. She opens her eyes and sees people staring at her from outside the water. Her eyes roam over the crowd until she spots the man who seems to be in charge.
"Very good everyone subject 051 is stable, now let's get back to work," The man who looked in charge said.
Everyone turned away from her, and she looked around. Her container was filled with water, and a single-window next to her container let in natural light. Her container was just big enough so she wouldn't be cramped but small enough where she couldn't swim around. Long purple hair surrounded her, and her skin was fair and soft.
Who am I? She wondered Is 051 my name?
She looked at the room outside the container and saw people in white roaming around sticking their instruments in other tanks that contained others like her. She looked for a while at the others like her before going into a half-sleeping state.
Days passed like that. Occasionally one of the ones in the tanks would die, and a new one replace them, but they were different from the ones that came before them. Eventually, she was the only one left of the old ones, and the day came where she could feel herself dying. The people in white, which she had come to call watchers, seemed to be waiting for her die and would glance at her tank every once in a while.
She looked out the window at the big full moon. Darkness ate at the edges of her vision, and her heartbeat started to slow. Just as she was accepting that she would end up like the others, a voice filled her head.
Do you want to live, young one?
She turned away from the moonlight entering her tank and responded, What would be the point, when I don't even know my own name?
I could give you a name, and with it, you could be reborn.
Reborn?
Yes, if you accept my gift.
She thought about it then said. Alright as long as I get a name.
The moonlight fell on her back, and her back started to glow purple. The watchers turned towards her, and she closed her eyes. She feels the moonlight fill her and as if someone flipped a switch, she understood.
Luna opened her eyes, and the light faded to just a crescent shape on her shoulder blade. The watchers looked at her awed, but they were unimportant. For the moment, all Luna had to do was wait, until the time was right. Until then, she would just bide her time.
She looked at the room outside the container and saw people in white roaming around sticking their instruments in other tanks that contained others like her. She looked for a while at the others like her before going into a half-sleeping state.
Days passed like that. Occasionally one of the ones in the tanks would die, and a new one replace them, but they were different from the ones that came before them. Eventually, she was the only one left of the old ones, and the day came where she could feel herself dying. The people in white, which she had come to call watchers, seemed to be waiting for her die and would glance at her tank every once in a while.
She looked out the window at the big full moon. Darkness ate at the edges of her vision, and her heartbeat started to slow. Just as she was accepting that she would end up like the others, a voice filled her head.
Do you want to live, young one?
She turned away from the moonlight entering her tank and responded, What would be the point, when I don't even know my own name?
I could give you a name, and with it, you could be reborn.
Reborn?
Yes, if you accept my gift.
She thought about it then said. Alright as long as I get a name.
The moonlight fell on her back, and her back started to glow purple. The watchers turned towards her, and she closed her eyes. She feels the moonlight fill her and as if someone flipped a switch, she understood.
Luna opened her eyes, and the light faded to just a crescent shape on her shoulder blade. The watchers looked at her awed, but they were unimportant. For the moment, all Luna had to do was wait, until the time was right. Until then, she would just bide her time.
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