On the next day, the Moonchild meets the wolf again, exactly at the same time, at night. While the wolf was sitting looking at the moon next to a river, the Moonchild, this time, presents herself as a form of a girl by her 8 years old, still with her long red hair. She comes close very slowly like she was trying to scare him. “I already noticed you, so…“. She felt disappointed. She wants so badly get him by surprise. TheMoonchild sits next to the wolf, but still some meters away. She definitely didn’t trust in that weird wolf, even her curiosity was very strong, she needed to be careful. She was magic but not immortal. “What is your name Moonchild? Do you have a name?“. “Yes. Moonlight”‘. She answered proudly.”Wow, that was so creative!“. He said in an ironic tone. She blows her cheeks with air at that moment, how dare him to make fun of her name? She definitely didn’t like at all the way he speaks to her. “Why do you speak this way?“. “Which way?“. “This way! I don’t need to see through you to know you are in a lot of pain”. “Is that what you think? What makes you think I am hurt?“. “Well, you said the last time?” “Did I? No. I just did a rhetorical question. I didn’t affirm anything. Hm…So you are just a child, aren’t you?“. “And you are so boring! Rude!“.”I am a wolf, what are you expecting? For some magical being that heals other and sees so many horror and darkness, you don’t act like understand the world really. Are you newly born?“. She felt angry again and trough at him a piece of wood that hit in his head. “Why did you do that?! So mature of your part.” He looked at her with orange eyes. That was so amazing, she thought and smile. “Why are you smiling child? It is hurt! Crazy…“. Moonlight start to run and jump around. “Come. Let’s play. Come oonnnn!“.
When the moon child found the lonely wolf, she noticed he didn’t walk in packs or even follows others. Even in a strange a way, he could communicate so well with others species and all of them really like him. However, he always chooses to stay, travel and walks alone. She observed and followed him to distance, in silence. She was so curious, wanted to ask questions but each time she tried to come close she was freeze and didn’t understand why. Until one day she notices his blue eyes. She could see a bright light come from them and at the same time sadness and compassion. But there was something more that she couldn’t see, there was something she couldn’t read, something unknown, a mystery like the ocean. During weeks, months she tried to be brave to talk with him but failed each time. She always comes and back from the moon and tried one more time. When one night, she decided to give up to try. She was used to be so brave and knew each creature on earth, she heal so many lives, even scare creatures, she didn’t have any problem to get closer. Why couldn’t she be able to come close to him? That’s it is. That was her last try. No more. While she breathes deeply behind a tree and feeds her heart with courage, she gives one step, two, tree and then she was in front of the tree, in a spot where the light of the moon could reveal herself clearly, beautifully. She was in the shape of a girl by yours 20 years, long red hair and green eyes.
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What is your dream? We often find ourselves thinking about what we would like to do and whether we would be able to do what we so long for. Sometimes the will to fulfill our dreams lasts for a few minutes, but soon disappear, as just another thought, another silly idea. But why do not we try to accomplish them? What makes us give up these dreams? Afraid of what they will think? Lack of money? Lack of time? Lack of energy?
We all have a dream. When we think of it, we feel excited, inspired, even for a few seconds. Most of us believe that dreaming is silly, waste of time, that we should not be thinking about, after all, it’s just a dream. The same kind of dream we have when we’re sleeping. Like an illusion.