"What was she like, the moon?"

"Hm.. They were kind, and gentle. Quiet. They loved every little bug and animal, and loved peace."

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"That sounds ideal."

"It does, doesn't it? Don't get me wrong. They were unable, or rather refused, to acknowledge pain or evil. They did see life in an ideal light. Hurt was her enemy. She wanted a world of peace."

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"Did they fight for it?"

"In some ways, yes. She never was outspoken or loud like the sun, she was quiet and more mysterious with her opinions. Anyone who knew them personally however, would know their opinions were as hard as stone; and unwilling to change them once they were made, lest solid proof was given."

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"And what did they like, other than peace and bugs?"

"Life, child, they loved life. And the universe. Their whole world was build around that. Small they may be, life is what they loved."

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"But what else?"

"Rain dances, making sun puppets and snowcats. They had a creative mind. And learning. They loved legends and myths of old, and singing little tunes, to help flowers grow. And helping around the nursery to avoid training."

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"You said fate was never on their side.. What about now?"

"Fate is what brings them together, lifetime after lifetime. Child, fate is on their side, now, but some things not even fate can predict."

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"..I want to meet them, moon, can I?"

"Yes."