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Altareon made by Bluwiikoon <3
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This was written for the 2022 Mischief and Malice contest, although I ended up taking this in a more Sad than Villainous direction, then submitted it for feedback purposes. So I'd say the story is best read without the contest theme in mind. Any comments are welcome and appreciated! <3
☾ NEW MOON ☽
“Why did you leave me?”
Again it was dusk. Again it was time for every visible thing to disintegrate. An impulse driven by panic, Alianna swallowed—as if her words needed to escape back into her throat to hide. Perhaps the night would spare her if she remained still.
Alianna scanned the varying terrain from her perch at the top of a steep, jagged crag. She had yet to break the habit of visiting this place, this monadnock settled within the arid steppe spanning the mountain which overlooked Rock Tunnel. Travelers en route to Lavender Town were not impressed by the ridges beyond. But it comforted her, the way they resembled a mass of carved bones placed in uneven rows.
She watched spearow and doduo forage for seeds in switchgrass growing at the edge of a salt flat, the gleam of which was disappearing with the sweltering sun. The rest of the steppe was dominated by a mosaic of dying sagebrush and wildrye stretching to the flank of the mountain.
“Why did you leave me?” she asked again, once all hints of daylight had given way to petaled moonlight.
The moon’s crescent shape looked to be cradling the sky and the stars with great gentleness. Choked tears welled up in her, seemingly siphoned into her lungs in place of oxygen. She barely felt tangible, let alone held.
The moon responded deliberately but with considerable reluctance.
I had no choice. You know that.
“Then why did you have to go?” she squeaked.
Alianna had never been brave enough to articulate these lingering questions of hers, and now they spilled from her mouth without permission as hate weaved itself around her body. The skull protecting her—reminding her—rattled with unbearable noise. Still she heard the words spoken to her with clarity.
The world turned bright and marowak called to me. I heard them for the first time. Really heard them, after a lifetime of isolation...
“I don’t understand. Why did you have to go?” Alianna rubbed the small bone in her hand, trying to distract herself by counting the number of cracks and dents and holes.
You are asking the wrong questions, little one.
A quick, clean snap resounded in her head. Convinced that it was her heart finally breaking, she did not check to see she had handled her bone too roughly without meaning to.
“Why did they take you from me?”
Because they didn’t know.
She hadn’t yet carved a notch on her bone to signify tonight’s moon phase, as she’d been taught. It had been an accident, unlike—
Her eyes squeezed shut. “They knew exactly what they were doing!” she said.
But they didn’t know. They’d never seen your kindness, your strength. If they could see—
“I wouldn’t let them! Not ever…”
Alianna stomped and raised a cloud of dust in a pathetic show of defiance. Indifferent to her transgressions, time kept marching on.
But if they could see, her mother’s voice urged, they would regret what they did. They would regret believing that our bones were worth stealing. That we could be separated from them. And they would love you instead.
She imagined herself leaving the monadnock, plodding over to where the mountain was dotted with buttes, rolling hills, and cliffs with wind-worn rock faces—all of which, as every cubone and marowak knew, housed stones perfect for sharpening bone. The thought of starting over with a new bone was inviting but unspeakable.
So she would fix hers instead. She would swing and shake it violently enough to force the grief away from her body and into the air to dissolve. She would banish her pain if, in reality, it didn’t root her and cling to her with a fierceness that only the strongest of marowak should have been able to possess.
“Did you have to go?” she whispered, desperation having reduced her earlier fortitude to something unknowable.
Would you have noticed if I stayed? With all this anger draped over you…
Alianna said nothing, now.
I’m not saying it is fair or right, little one. But humans… they don’t see themselves like we see them. Where they saw worthiness, we saw greed. Where they saw opportunity, we saw threats.
They could change, and I hope they will.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do, too,” Alianna said, lifting her tiny paws to wipe her face. A few tears slithered past and stained the hard dirt below.
And it’s my fault for overestimating their intentions, isn’t it? They would have left us alone if I hadn’t fought back.
Silence.
I did have a choice and I made the wrong one. I’m so sorry, Alianna.
Silence.
Not for trying to protect you—
“No!”
I’m sorry for not waiting. Another second… Just another second, and we could’ve had years more together.
The shameful buzzing in her head evolved into high-pitched wailing. She keened and keened, trying all the while to stifle herself into a mere, quiet sob.
“N-No! No, it’s… my fault. You said I was a fighter, b-but if I really had strength, then—”
Then it hit her, the fact that her crying could attract predators. Danger. So she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, not caring how far the sound reverberated.
Her mother’s voice intruded, but Alianna blocked it out and focused on a question that only had one answer.
Why did she deserve to live when her mother was no longer allowed to? When she was weighed down by crushing guilt and blame? When she deserved to be crushed just as much as those humans in dark uniforms, if not more?
She didn’t deserve to live. That was the truth. It was a wistful truth. Elegiac, cavernous and fearful.
“I don’t know,” Alianna said, scarcely audible as she fought through stammer after stammer, “how not to be sad.”
Then use that sadness. Try to remember what those humans were thinking—
“I’ll never know!”
What they could have been thinking, then. Do you truly believe that they were malicious?
They were either malicious or scared, Alianna figured. And she could understand scared.
Try to remember. I know it is hard. Try to remember what they could have been thinking. How things could have ended.
“You could be real,” Alianna said. “You should be real, and actually guiding me… I shouldn't have to guess. And it’s only hurting me more, begging the moon for a chance to talk to you like this every night...”
See? You are doing what I’m asking already. In all situations you can act how you think they should have. The sadness might remain, but there will be joy, too.
Alianna shook her head, unable to make promises but accepting that she needed to absorb some sense of moving on, whatever that was going to mean. Whatever that was going to look like. If her mother did not know or would not tell her, then she supposed she would have to gather the courage to search for herself.
She scanned her surroundings again. It was time, for the first time, to see the mountain, her home, swathed in moonlight. The salt flat, shimmering. The stars, blinking, but more rarely than she’d expect. As if they were watching her. As if they were eager to see if she was truly ready to say goodbye. If she was going to travel and strive to understand—and maybe even forgive—the endless maze of potentially meaningless thoughts and behaviors that led to her loss, the most meaningful thing that would shape her life until she, too, ceased to breathe.
Alianna hobbled, slowly but steadily, off of the monadnock and did not return.