An elegant old woman stared up at the starless sky from her window. Due to the heavy clouds obscuring the moon, it cast a few rays of weak light around the room. A knock at the door startled her from her deep thoughts. Without turning she answered,
“Come in Clovis.” An old man with a balding head and graying hair entered the room in a suit pushing a cart of food. He took the top off of the plates,
“Your steak, madam. Extra rare as you ordered it. A garden salad to freshen your palate with sweet mint vinaigrette and a slice of chocolate torte with a fresh boysenberry sauce. Would you like anything else?” her butler asked. The woman smiled faintly as the moon’s silver rays touched her. For a moment, she seemed to be in her youth. The gray hair that was pulled back into a bun at the back of her head seemed to shimmer with gold. Her gray eyes twinkled under the magic of the moonlight. It almost seemed to diminish the fine wrinkles etched into the soft skin of her face and hands.
“Thank you Clovis. That will be all tonight.” Her butler bowed, leaving the room as quietly as he had entered. The woman sat down in a chair and began to eat her dinner in peace and quiet. And yet another knock disturbed the peace and quiet.
“Enter, Ambrosine.” she said quietly. The door swung open and a little girl at the innocent age of 7 entered.
“Grandmother.” Ambrosine said softly. The fire crackled as she walked up to the woman. She was dressed in a white silk nightgown with ribbons and roses decorating it. Her warm brown eyes stared up at the woman. Her hair shone like silk and rippled down her back where it hung above her waist.
“Are you thirsty child?” the woman asked as she handed Ambrosine a silver flask. The girl nodded gratefully and drank deeply, sighing in contentment when she finished.
“What do you come here for? It is past your bedtime little princess.” Her grandmother chided her gently. Ambrosine stared at her Grandmother,
“I couldn’t sleep. Tell me a story please? “the little girl pleaded, staring up with her wide eyes. The woman laughed, it made a sweet sound, almost that of a bell.
“Which story? Cinderella? Pocahontas? Little Red Riding Hood? Tell me dear child, which story do you want to hear?” The girl stared up at her, her eyes round with determination as she answered softly,
“Tell me the story of …us. Tell me the story of when the moon split into two.”