The man and the moon

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Endymion is a lonely shepherd who, when he first lays eyes on the goddess Selene, falls instantly in love. But can the mortal and the goddess ever be together? Or will mortality break them apart...

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3. Swimming in his eyes

Endymion

In the orange streaked dawn, when she has faded from the world like a dream, I drop from the tree, hardly caring the fall hurts, or that my hands are covered I blood. I laugh, I laugh and laugh, knowing that she came to me through a miracle. I dreamed of her, and she was real! She appeared before me with the radiance of...there is no comparison, for she is more beautiful than the goddess of love, more enchanting than the highest star, and I love her more than life itself. I begin to run, I have never run like this in my life. I let out exultant, high pitched yells as I descend the mountain, watching the ground rush up to meet me, feeling grasses whip past me. I feel alive! I want to run forever. She has filled me with a strange sensation, I want nothing else anymore, except her. I want to leave my sheep and never return. I want to hold her in my arms and tell her she is magnificent. I want nothing more in the world than her.

 

Today was the longest day of my life. I hardly tended to my sheep, who baaed pathetically, munching on dry grass whilst I laid on my back and sang songs I have never heard, watching the clouds slowly dance across the deep blue sky. There was nothing in sunlight anymore, for she did not come out in the sunshine, she came only to the call of the stars. I sleep under a tree for most of the afternoon, as I had no sleep last night nor will have any tonight. I dream of her, of course I do. I dream of it always being night and her embracing me, kissing me and taking me up to the stars, where we dance in their everlasting sparkles for eternity, never tiring.

 

When sunset comes and the sky blushes a deep rose, I, once again climb Mount Latmus. The journey this time passes so quickly, for every second that passes is another second closer to her. When I reach the top, I decide not to climb the tree again. I want to be closer to her. So I hide behind a pile of boulders that hide me from where she stands, but she will be less than five strides from where I stand. I sit, and I wait. Slowly, the sun completely dies and the stars swim across the inky black skies to their seats, where they stretch their glowing arms and begin to shine. The moon, now waning, pushes up over the horizon and I watch as, out of nowhere, she begins to appear, with tiny sparkles like fireflies, she takes form until, there she stands, more stupendous than ever before. I can now see that there is blue in her eyes, and the blue and silver rush together like a winding river. Her dress is long and light, clinging to her form as if made from moonbeams themselves. I can see the form of her body under the material, I study the lines of her torso, the curve of her hips, the way her legs almost glow from underneath the dress. Her cheeks glitter in the light of her curls and I want so much to stroke them, see if the glitter is smooth. I let out a long sigh as her lips, parted slightly, whisper something I cannot hear. I strain to catch a syllable, but my body, pressed up against the rocks, dislodges a pebble wedged between to boulders and it falls to the ground with a loud, 'chink'. Quick as lightning, her head whips round to face me and her eyes meet mine. She gasps.

 

Selene

I looked all that day for him. But I saw no one. I searched the river valley villages, the mountain towns, the villages near Mount Latmus, but nothing. I could see nothing. By sunset, my eyes were hurting from squinting from the clouds. By the time I had to come out, I was trembling. What if he wasn't there? I don't know if I will be able to stand tonight if he doesn't come. I search the trees as I stand there, willing his face to appear in the shadows, watching me with that look on his face. But I see nothing.

“Where are you? Please, come out, please, please, give me a sign you are here? Please, please say something!” I whisper under my breath. I am about to give up, when, almost in slow motion, I see form the corner of my eye, the pebble, the beautiful, dark brown pebble fall to the ground with a 'chink'. I turn my head around as quick as I can, scared I will miss him, for what else could dislodge that pebble? And there he is, hiding behind the boulder. But this time he is not drenched in shadows, this time he is illuminated by my glow. And he is more handsome than anything else I have ever seen, for he is real. I can see now that he is mortal, that he is real! He was no figment of my imagination, he exists! He exists. In that moment, I feel like I am sucked from where I stand straight into the pools of brown that are his eyes. I feel like I am swimming in his eyes, splashing about in his irises. He has me completely.

 

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