Chapter I -The moon and the boy

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"As much as a bird would like to fly to the moon, it cannot, it will never be able to hold it, always out of reach. The moon can only look down, hoping someone will save it from it's lonely torment, as much as it tried to reach the determined bird, it won't, it never will, continuing an endless cycle of torment for the both of them." said a man's voice behind the curtains.

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The long red curtains opened, revealing the stage and a strangely dressed man, on the stage were puppets, taking the presence of humans. What a strage play.

The strangely dressed man began to speak, he was the person who narrarates the show, his words were :

"Once there was a young boy, he was just like any other boy, though he had no interest in other children, he had always been studying, playing piano, or stargazing. His parents weren't very rich, they'd usually have enough money for only one full plate, even so, they'd all be smiling everyday. The white haired boy had decided to go outside to have a better view of the moon. He'd always watch it, wondering if it was ever lonely, feeling sympathy for it."

The audience watched in silence, keen on what happens next. Some felt bad for the family, some felt rather sad, since what was being said connected to their own stories.

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The puppeteer continued to speak in a loud and clear voice:

"The boy had continued to lay on his back, looking up to the sky, watching the bright moon. In the corner of his eye, he saw a mysterious figure hiding behind a tree. Being scared, he ran off, but the black silhouette chased after him. As the young boy ran home, he realised that his parents were missing, no where to be found. He frantically looked everywhere, but when he looked up, they where both hanging from the ceiling."

The crowd was silent, such words came out of his mouth with no hesitation, as if he were telling the backstory on himself instead of a made up one.

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The black silhouette had come into the light, standing a tall girl with angel-like features. She had flowing white hair behind her, making look as if she had angel wings. The young boy, confused, reached out to her crying.

Thoghts where racing through his head, Who was this girl? What's wrong with my parents? Why me? What happened? Did i do something wrong?

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Even if the boy was young, he knew what happened to the two people hovering above him. The house was quiet, no laughter of the adults, just a simple boy crying at the legs of the angelic girl. "Sweet child, why cling onto me?" Her voice was soothingly beautiful, causing the boy to stop crying.

"I..Hic.. I don't want to be..Hic.. Left by myself!" His blue eyes stared at the girl, confused, she patted his head.

The marrionates had voice boxes, one sounding like a young boy, and the other like an soft girls voice, as if angelic.

"My boy, do you not know why I'm here,or, who I am?" Her soft golden eye looked up then back at the boy.

"I..Sniff.. I think that you're the one who did this..You killed my parents." the boy said.

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The angel like girl was shocked, how could such a young boy figure out that much?

"Very well then, boy, would you like to make a contract with me?" The girl wanted to take him under her wing, after all, he was a bright child.

The young boy looked at her, he had no choise otherwise he would have the same fate as his parents. Forced, he accepted the contract. The moonlight shone as they both accepted the binding.

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Everything stopped, realising that it was the end, the audience clapped, except one young man in the crowd. He stood up, walking over to the stage.