The Story of a Girl

"He was the God of the moon, living in his palace in the sky. He always looked as if the moonlight had bathed him with its most beautiful light. His palace was made of marble and silver, his bed had the softest silk, slipping through your fingers and his garden always smelled like night flowers. He loved to read and play music, his melodies played with the flute would charm the humans and make them dance and dance until the harsh light of the sun woke them up. My god was mischievous and devilish. He was a trickster that loved to break the rules and as he traveled on his silver cloud he would bother humans and every other creature around, messing with them."

"Your god sounds like a pain in the ass." Astor commented and she laughed, her eyes closing as the sound of her laughter traveled between the trees.