My Moonlight

My Moonlight

Racing through the forest was a young maiden trying to escape Roy’s evil tower.

She succeeded, now she had to run for her life.

She was barefoot, so it was kind of hard, but with the threat just right behind her, it is surprising what someone can do when his or her life is threatened.

The only thing she could do was run, with her long golden hair bouncing behind her and holding her blue corset dress to her waist, she went weaving through the trees and small bushes.

‘BANG’

A gunshot hit a tree next to her golden locks. Screaming, she ducked behind another tree.

“You can’t escape me, little girl,” he said with so much evil in his voice.

‘Oh no he caught up to me’ she thought.

With his gun still aimed where he thought she was, again he pulled the trigger.

‘BANG’

The shot was a little above her head, hitting the side of the tree. Little bits of bark fell on her. She raised her arms above her head to shield her from the falling bark. She pushed from the safety of the wounded tree to run again.


As she ran she looked up through the branches to see the moon. She said a prayer for someone to save her. She prayed to the moon for the moon to guide her to someone, anyone that can help her. ‘Please moon, please help, me.’ The moonlight shone more brightly. There was no cloud in the sky to cover the moonlight. The moonlight looked like it wanted her to follow the light, so she did.

~*~*~MORNING~*~*~

“Hey!” an annoyed voice said to the sleeping girl.
“Huh?” she stirred awake. To her surprise it was morning. “Oh no!” she quickly looked around; there were no stonewalls, or darkness. It was all bright. For some odd reason she started crying, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Don’t cry!” Again that voice came but it still had annoyance laced in his tone.

Looking around “Where are you?” she asks. She heard him release his breath.

“Look down…and don’t freak out,” he replied.

She did as the voice said. She looked down. “AAHHH.” Like a crab she backed away.

“You’re a…you’re a…” Her voice was shaky.

“A frog,” he finishes for her.

With a hand raised towards him, “But how can you talk?”

Rolling his beaded little eyes, “I just can,” he replied.

Moving to her arms and knees “Are you here to help me?” she asked the green frog.

“Mmmm maybe,” he replied as best as he could.

Giving him a flat look, “What do you mean, maybe?”

He began hopping away.


“HEY, wait where are you going?” She stumbled to her feet, and chased after him. Picking him up off the ground, She placed him mere inches from her face, glaring at the innocent looking green face. “Are you going to help me or not?” she asked again.


“Alright I’ll help. Just put me down!” She did as she was told. “Follow me”
Again she did as she was told. He hoped around the lake, as she walked.
‘I wonder where were going?’ She thought as she followed.

~*~*~*~*~

“A cottage?” she asks questioningly. It was a beautiful site, surrounded by trees of all shapes and sizes.

“Could you open the door? I can’t,” the frog said.

She looked down first before nodding.

‘CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK’ went the door.

There was dust everywhere, mostly on the floor.

Stepping in, walking over to the wooden table, she looked back to see their tracks. It was a funny sight. She heard the frog clear his throat.

“Pick me up and put me on the table,” he said, right next to her feet.

“Fine,” she replied. Sitting herself down on the wooden chair, with the frog in front of her, she folded her arms across her chest.

“So how is this helping me, frog?” She said sarcastically.

‘Did the moonlight betray me?’ she wondered.

“First, my name is Hermon,” Hermon stated. “Secondly, you’re safe aren’t you?” He said with his eyes narrowed to her. “Besides, he only comes out at night,” Hermon informed her.

“Oh!” she replied.

~*~*~NIGHT-TIME~*~*~

“WHERE IS SHE?” he cursed the dark sky.


‘I have to find her’ he thought while horseback riding through the wooded forest, with his gun in one hand and the reins in the other.
Combing through the woods, and coming to a complete stop, he hopped off his white horse, moving over to the clear blue lake, to wash up, until he spotted foot prints in the dirt.

“So that’s where you were hiding,” he laughed evilly as he followed them.

~*~*~*~*~

“Where is that fro-Hermon.” she said
bored.

‘KNOCK ‘KNOCK ‘KNOCK

‘Wait… frogs can’t knock???’ She thought. She moved to the back door to escape whatever was behind the door.

‘BANG’

The front door exploded into bits of wood. Revealed him with his gun still pointed to the broken door, “Come out where you are, little girl,” the evil voice said coldly to her.

She was out-back, leaning back onto the cottage breathing heavily, her palm flatly to her, bumping something. She looked over to see what it was. An ax.

Gripping the wooden handle, with both hands and bringing it in front of her, she raised it, so it rested against her right shoulder. She turned her head to the opening.

Roy saw the opening and with an evil smile he tiptoed over.

“Ribit…ribit…. Ribit.”

“Huh?” He turned away from the opening to find where the noise came from. “YOU!!!” he said angrily, once he spotted who was making that noise.

“It’s been a long time, Roy” Hermon replied.

“Not long enough.” Roy quickly aimed his shotgun at Hermon.

“WHACK”

Blood spattered everywhere; the ax went straight into Roy’s head.

Roy felt his own blood pour from his wounded head, over his nose first, and then dripped down onto the newly cleaned wooden floor.

Roy dropping to his knees, she was revealed to Hermon, with her hands tightly gripping the end of the ax handle.


“I…I…” She said like a scared little girl, with little blood spots over her pale face and her blue corset dress.

The only person who was not fazed was Hermon, like he knew what was going to happen next.

“I didn’t mean to,” Her eyes were glossed over.

Blinking, Hermon muttered under his breath so she wouldn’t hear him say, “That’s what happens when you pray to the moonlight.”

~*~*~*~

Crouching down, she placed colorful and different types of flowers over Roy’s grave, with Hermon on top of Roy’s headstone. “It’s been four years since I last saw my family.” she said sadly.

“You were trapped in that dungeon for four years?”

She nodded slowly. “Hermon, can I ask you a question?” She asks.

Hermon ‘mmmm’ to her.

“How did you know about Roy?” She asked confused.

“I used to help girls like you escape him,” he said helping her through her confusion.
She smiled, “Hermon, you’re my moonlight.”

Hermon just nodded happily.

THE END

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