What do you mean?
The question took Gideon aback a little. “What do you mean?”
Zachariah shrugged his shoulders. “Just curious. If I know, then I’ll know what we can do next. So what do you think?”
Gideon thought on it a bit. “… I’m not sure, Zachariah. That’s a lot to ask from me, especially when I know so little of this place.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. You can tour more of the world with me and make your decision whenever you wish. In the meantime, we can stay here and depart tomorrow. It won’t be long before the evening now.”
“How can you have an evening in a place with only moons?”
“You’ll see,” Zachariah answered with a wink. Sure enough, evening did come within the next hour. Two of the three largest moons disappeared beyond the horizon while the smallest stayed high in the sky. And with the movement of the moons, the light they provided dimmed to a low glow that truly made it seem like night on Earth.
In due time, everyone in the village would go to sleep, all but Zachariah. While Gideon and the Anansi slumbered, Zachariah walked out and stood under the night sky. He crossed his arms and frowned as he turned his head up to stare at a black, infinite void alit only by a pale, silver moon and thousands of stars. Deep in his gut and feeling made him feel ill, and voices buzzed around in his head. Zachariah wanted to hunt. Zachariah wanted to fly free. Zachariah wanted to abandon his responsibilities, the scars and tattoos that marked his body, and the heavy heart in his chest that weighed like lead. Zachariah didn’t want to wear the flesh of a human… Beyond that though, Zachariah thought of something else: Why had Gideon come to his realm, had someone gotten him here, and what would come of him?
Written by KnightofFellsia on 27 May 2018
The end (for now)