Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

I sat on my bed lonely and sad, wondering to myself what would father do in times of dispair?
Well usually when I was in dispair. He would come and sit on my bed next to me and tell me a story. The darkest night.
It goes like this.

Once apon a time there were two moons. A bright happy looking moon. And a dark sad looking moon.
Then one day a fairy came flying past the two moons. Knowing what both had done and said.
"A fight to see who was best moon. One is dying.
The nicest and best moon is dying." 
And then she grabbed out her wand and cast a spell on the light happy moon. And all the light from it disappeared.
"I am sorry I cannot give light to a moon. For the night will be dark forever." She said sadly.
Then she flew away.
The end.

I just sat there tears rolling down my face. For I knew that story was true.
I looked up at my pet crow. He looked at me sadly.