Everything changed since the first full moon I was born to. People changed to become fearful; afraid of the darkness beyond the village gates. Everybody seemed to believe more in a man who claimed to be the reincarnation of God, instead of the tale itself. I didn’t believe in God. God was dead.
I was known to be an outcast around here; the only child who was born under the fullest moon. They were afraid of me for a reason unknown to me. My grandmother always told me it was because I was more beautiful than all of the other females in the village. I never believed her or my mother; they’re faced twitched when they lied.
“Where are you going Luna?” My grandmother named me after the full moon I was born to. A sick joke if you’ll ask me. I looked at my mother and blinked. She was dressed in her most pinkish skirts. She’s been trying to find a husband for some time. Say, since I was born. My own father ran away from the village. He told my mother he was going to hunt a stag for dinner. He never came back.
I walked towards her taking her in a fierce hug and pecking her on the cheek. “I’m going to Grandma’s house. I have a feeling she’s calling me.”
Her face was that of a frightened little child. “It scares me when you say things like that. Go. Be careful.” I was about to leave through the front door when she says, “Be back before the sun sets. People talk.”
That was my mother. She cared more what people had to talk about than the truth that goes on around her. They were all the same. Idiots.