Day 11
Feast
The Crimson Moon
It was a magical force that made the full moon appear on the
stroke of midnight. Anya expected it
from her visit to the new tiny gift shop on the beach earlier. The airy fairy woman
behind the counter became intense as she touched Anya’s hand. Her face became still as stone, her eyes became
large spheres of darkness as her piano fingers with long scarlet nails gripped
Anya’s wrist. Anya was used to funny
stares and odd behaviour; she stood out with her deep red curly locks compared
to the icy blondes of the village and was quite bemused by the woman’s behaviour.
“The Feast of the Crimson Moon is upon us. Be prepared.” Anya stared at the full moon with an unusual
reddish hue. A full moon wasn’t due for another week according to her calendar
yet here it was and it seemed to beckon to Anya.
She didn’t know where she was going but her feet carried her
off confidently through the woodland towards the beach. Anya noticed three
things on her walk; the gift shop was no longer there, the night sky had not
one twinkling star and a huge wooden table sat by the sea, the water hungrily
lapping at the sturdy legs.
The moon deepened, almost crimson as a sweet feast appeared
on the table; too much for one person. A sweet perfume surrounded Anya as she
ate, the waves unnoticed, lapping against the table, higher and higher they rose,
surrounding it and Anya like an island. Soon the rising water was caressing her
long red hair but Anya was not afraid. She felt for the first time in her life
that she belonged as the waves completely submerged her. She smiled as her family welcomed her home.
Looking up, Anya saw the twinkling of the stars before she swam away.
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