Kysarth And his Moon


Kysarth and His Moon
When Kysarth looked at the moon, it felt like, maybe even for just one second, that nothing else mattered.
~
He remembers his old bedroom, where he would lie in his racecar bed, and listen to his mother’s soothing voice as she sung lullabies, or told stories.
Kysarth can’t remember those stories, nor can he remember the songs.
What he did remember was the round, beautiful moon that shone outside his window, through blurred glass, it’s bright glow smeared by the marks of tiny hands. And he would wait until his mother’s voice disappeared, and pretend to slowly close his eyes, listening closely for the slight creaking of the floorboards as she left his room.
If I were to tell you that Kysarth’s small feet made a quiet pit-a-pat sound as he waddled to his window, if I were to tell you that he stood there until just after midnight, his eyes filled with admiration and love of the moon, would you forgive him?
Would you feel sympathy for the murderer who killed innocent people under the same moon?


~
“I’m sorry.” He muttered the apology to the child he held in his arms. “I am so, so sorry.” His voice cracked with tears, as he left the blazing village behind him.
At least he was able to save one of them.
But it wasn’t enough.
“I’m sorry.” He hugged the baby closer to his chest.


A million apologies wouldn’t be enough.
“I’ve done something I can not atone for.” Tears slipped down the grown man’s face as he looked into the eyes of the small child he held. Clueless, confused blue orbs met pained brown eyes. “You won’t- you shouldn’t ever forgive me.” The next words were stuck in his throat. He couldn’t bear to say them to such a small baby.
“I’ve burned your family, your home… the entire village. I’ve taken away the childhood- the future that you deserved. I’ve taken everyone’s future. I’ve stolen it, from right under them.”
“I’m the worst kind of human.” A forced laugh escaped his lips. He smiled back at the child. “I am absolute scum.”
~
Kysarth stood on the balcony of a mansion, with a lavish ball happening just behind the glass doors. He absentmindedly fiddled with the cane in his hand, as he turned his head to face the sky. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight, the ones that he adored.


He sighed, as the truth of reality sunk in.


He would never be able to see the moon again.


~
Navis had grown into a fine young lady. She was polite, yet was quite the opposite of submissive. She was professional, but also had a sharp tongue and a quick wit. Too quick, sometimes. Kysarth nearly chuckled at the thought, as he turned his head, following Navis’ footsteps. She walked and stopped next to him, but turned her head towards the glass doors again. Navis was staring at the other women dancing the waltz with a partner.
“Hey!” She called. “Ky, dance with me.”
“You know I have no talent for dancing…” He smiled sheepishly at who he considered to be his daughter.
“Just watch them do it and copy!” She was insistent.
“...I can’t see.” Kysarth replied, a bit of a somber tone in his voice.
“Oh, stop being so stingy!” She made a hand motion (that Kysarth could not see), beckoning him forward. “Come over-”
“No, I mean…” He took a deep breath. “I’m blind, princess.”
She froze, shakily looking back at him. She eyed his walking stick, and realized that it really wasn’t for decoration. He wasn’t
joking. Kysarth internally groaned, as he could practically see the tears forming in her eyes.


“This is why I didn’t want to tell her…”


But, surprisingly, Navis did not cry. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and made her lips quiver, but she did not cry. Instead, she shakily smiled and grabbed his hands, leading him closer to the door.


“Then I guess we’ll have to teach you step by step!”
His eyes widened, then softened with love. She really had grown up into a strong woman.

And when Kysarth looked at Navis, it felt like, maybe even for just one second, that nothing else mattered.

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