by Megan Derr
"The Legend of the Stolen Moon," Myra replied. "I haven't heard that story in…well, decades." He reached up to touch the bead, watching as Jac and Charlaine put their own necklaces on. "My clan never liked the story because they think it makes the moon look weak and helpless."
Charlaine's brows rose.
Myra took a sip of wine and then said, "Each phase of the moon is a different goddess. The oldest and wisest of the eight goddesses is Full Moon, the youngest and kindest is Gentle Moon. All who met Gentle Moon fell deeply in love—including a fierce dragon who was the youngest son of the goddess of the ocean. But he loved her in vain, for Full Moon had decided that her sister should marry the god of the mountains and forbid her to ever again have anything to do with Blue Dragon. In despair, Gentle Moon cast her sash, which was made of summer clouds and decorated with stars, into the sea. Blue Dragon found it and realized that his beloved had not forsaken him as he'd believed. In a fury, he flew up and up and up and snatched Gentle Moon from the sky. Together they plunged to the deepest, darkest parts of the sea, where legend says you can sometimes see fish that glow with moonlight. That is why to this day, you cannot see the moon at all on some nights, which is called Stolen Moon now."
"It really does suit you," Charlaine said.
"I suppose it does," Myra replied with a smile. "I fell in love with Harken, and then with a dragon and an ocean who brought me home."
FIN
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