I Fear It Is Too Late For Me

She looked at her hands and could feel how low her powers were. She would be lucky to even mark one person if this went on. Would she even have any after the full moon? Would she end up as dust on the moon once more?

'Dearest brother. I fear it is too late for me,' she sat down on the rock.

The Moon Goddess had not always been alive. She had died before. Many centuries before, the moon was seen as an enemy of the sun, an evil entity that would pierce one's eyes if they looked too hard. That was the first time she felt death. No one cared for the Moon Goddess. She was nothing more than a figment of their imagination.

However, the sun always was loved. Her dear brother deserved to be loved. He was beautiful, kind, took his work seriously in bringing life to the land of Nevrisea. She was happy for him because she loves him. So, dying in his arms and tears running down his eyes, she prayed deeply for him.

Endless darkness for how long she wasn't sure. Her spirit floated in an endless abyss and all she remembered was the flowing of colors. When she woke, her dear brother was holding her again.

"Brother," she had whispered then and the Sun God had cupped her face.

His eyes were so sharp, so tired, she worried he had used too much of his powers. She did not hear prayers for her to recover her powers. She was woken too early, wasn't she?

"This time, sister," her brother had told her, "They will remember you."

The Moon Goddess laughed as tears fell down her eyes. That was so long ago and her brother was right. The people certainly loved her until she fell asleep again. She wished she never did, but she had too. Her powers are used up much quicker than her brothers.

Yet, still…

"Ah, I am back," Clete brought some dry branches, "It was hard to find dry branches in the rain-"

His pink eyes saw the female crying and he dropped the woods to run to her. Grabbing her shoulders, he trying to search her purple eyes. She offered a smile underneath the wet cloth and cupped the green haired man's face.

"You believe in the Moon Goddess. I thank you for praying to her," she whispered.

"Okay…" he nodded slowly, "You… really are obsessed with her, aren't you? You've been asking about her a lot."

Clete moved to gather the woods into a pile. Smacking two smooth rocks together, the spark hit the woods and lit a small fire. Blowing on it, the flames spread to warm up the space around them. He pulled off his wet shirt and squeezed out the water. He touched his head and realized he lost his hat somewhere.

"I'm sorry," Moon apologized softly, "If I didn't fall over, you will still have your hat."

"Eh, it is fine," the fisherman grinned at her, "It was just a hat. Besides, it is my fault."

He admitted quietly as he went back to squeezing out his wet shirt. If he didn't fall asleep, then he could have stopped Moon from falling over. If he was more prepared last night, then he wouldn't be so tired all the time.

"I chose to come with you, Sir Clete. There is no blame to give."

He turned his pink eyes to look behind him and found his entire face hot like it was dunked in the fire. Turning back around he was glad the rocks were high enough to cover enough to give them privacy.

'Bu… But still!' He swallowed deeply and twisted his shirt harder.

He could hear her squeezing out her dress and he tried not to think about bare creamy skin. He heard her moan and he shut his eyes and thought of his sisters. Ah, that definitely brought any arousal down quickly.

"Sir Clete, should you not remove your pants as well? I can help squeeze the water.

"No, no," the fisherman shook his head, "I'll keep it on. It isn't that wet anyways."

He coughed and whistled to himself, trying his best to forget the female behind him. The pretty female with purple eyes and soft skin. The female who was standing by the fire with her naked body illuminated in red and oranges. The female that he almost killed and he… kissed.

Groaning aloud, he shook out his shirt and placed it on his head. Lying down, he faced the sky with his wet shirt, not daring to look at the naked female.

"Come closer to the fire, Sir Clete. Warm yourself as well."

"I'm good. You need it more since you went in the river. I am fine. We should wait until the rain lessen up to return to Rosemount."

"Alright."

The Moon Goddess sighed and didn't understand why Clete was lying so far away. Yes, she did fell into the river, but there was plenty warmth to share. Shrugging, it wasn't like she could force him. The warmth of the fire reminded her of her brother. Smiling, she looked over to her dress drying by the fire.

It reminded her of the time with Clayton James, the doctor of Flathand. He was a believer of hers, but he was also a doctor, one needed for the city.

'Northham city. The only one left for me to find someone. I hope I am able to mark someone. If not, it may be too late for me.'

She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath as the image of her brother's teary face came to her mind.

'I do not wish to see my brother so sad. Maybe I should just mark whoever is interested in me and not the Moon Goddess. With their consent, it would be enough for me to mark, isn't it?'

She looked over to Clete who was breathing softly.

'Loyalty to me is important though, but… loyalty to ones family is too, right? But… I cannot have them use my gift to go against another just for their family. That isn't right…'

She sighed and looked up to her stars, 'What should I do?'