King Aldric V

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The Moon's Lesson Analysis

So, those of you who read the story might be wondering, what was the moon's lesson? Understandably, it could have seemed like the moon was simply frustrated and in the mood to scare a little child. Or, it could have been teaching the boy not to light the candle before bed because that is a fire hazard. But, there was more to it than that. Under the potentially misleading actions of the moon, the lesson was that it is important to face your fears, rather than run from them. The boy lit his light, extinguishing the threat of darkness. He should have allowed it to be dark and accept that he would be okay. Eventually, he was forced to face his fear when the shadow began to reach towards the boy. He chose to pull the sheets over himself. He chose to find comfort in the darkness under his sheets rather than the light on his nightstand. For this, the darkness greeted him with much more warmth and enlightenment than the candle ever did. Facing your fears can lead to many rewards.

The Moon's Lesson (With Narration)

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A long time ago, a young boy lived in fear. He was afraid of something that looms over us all, the unknown. The purest example of this fear, in the boy’s life, was darkness. He would stay up at night, shaking, as he imagined monsters and beasts peering at him through the dark room.

            He would light a candle to ensure himself that nothing was there and fell asleep peacefully. But, as the moon looked down upon this child, it frowned in disapproval. The moon was the world’s night-light and did not appreciate how the young boy substituted all of the moon’s illumination with a simple candle.

Throughout the nights, the moon continued it’s cycle and the child continued to light his candle. Frustrated, the moon came up with a plan. Once a month, the largest shadow is cast upon the moon. Hidden, it is given a chance to leave its post in the sky and roam about. So, the moon arranged to give the ignorant child a visit.

When the time came, like all the other nights, the boy lit his candle, casting a long shadow upon his wall. The moon, freed from its obligation, crept into the child’s room and took form of his shadow. He tossed and turned, nightmares contaminating his dreams.

He awoke with a fright, sitting up straight and examining his room for unwelcome visitors. Something was wrong, he wasn’t sure what, but as a chill shook his bones he noticed something unsettling. His shadow was no longer following the boy’s lead. He looked straight at it, shaking violently, but the shadow remained steady.

Petrified, the boy waited in suspense, certain that something terrible was going to happen. It was growing colder and colder, as he stared into the blank face of the black figure. His numb fingers clutched his blankets, pulling them up to his chest as if he were shielding himself from the shadow’s menacing presence, but he didn’t dare look away.

It was slowly taking up the room, elongating and broadening as it rose along the wall, pressing all warmth from the room. The child breathed heavily, steam escaping from his mouth. But, his gasps were muffled as if the shadow was even pressing sound itself from the room.

It continued to grow, almost reaching the ceiling. However, the light, out of all things, remained bright. Heat and sound continued to become more and more scarce, but the light shone on. The shadow rose, reaching the ceiling. It began to get closer and closer, colder and colder, quieter and quieter.

The boy tilted his head, for the figure was directly above him now. There were no eyes but he had the feeling that he was being examined closer than ever. Vulnerable, scared, and frozen, he watched in horror as a hand, dark as could be, extended from the wall, reaching. He tried to scream, but nothing issued from his mouth.

Finally, in his only attempt to escape, he pulled his covers over himself. Darkness, the light was extinguished. But, so it seemed that the light was not the only thing that exited the room. The boy felt warm again. He could hear his breathing.

He peaked out from under his covers and realized, there are no shadows in complete darkness. The figure was gone. Indeed, as the moon walked from the child’s house and resumed its place in the sky, it looked down on the boy with a smile, for he knew that there would be no more candles in that room for a very long time.

The Moon's Lesson

A long time ago, a young boy lived in fear. He was afraid of something that looms over us all, the unknown. The purest example of this fear, in the boy’s life, was darkness. He would stay up at night, shaking, as he imagined monsters and beasts peering at him through the dark room.

            He would light a candle to ensure himself that nothing was there and fell asleep peacefully. But, as the moon looked down upon this child, it frowned in disapproval. The moon was the world’s night-light and did not appreciate how the young boy substituted all of the moon’s illumination with a simple candle.

Throughout the nights, the moon continued it’s cycle and the child continued to light his candle. Frustrated, the moon came up with a plan. Once a month, the largest shadow is cast upon the moon. Hidden, it is given a chance to leave its post in the sky and roam about. So, the moon arranged to give the ignorant child a visit.

When the time came, like all the other nights, the boy lit his candle, casting a long shadow upon his wall. The moon, freed from its obligation, crept into the child’s room and took form of his shadow. He tossed and turned, nightmares contaminating his dreams.

He awoke with a fright, sitting up straight and examining his room for unwelcome visitors. Something was wrong, he wasn’t sure what, but as a chill shook his bones he noticed something unsettling. His shadow was no longer following the boy’s lead. He looked straight at it, shaking violently, but the shadow remained steady.

Petrified, the boy waited in suspense, certain that something terrible was going to happen. It was growing colder and colder, as he stared into the blank face of the black figure. His numb fingers clutched his blankets, pulling them up to his chest as if he were shielding himself from the shadow’s menacing presence, but he didn’t dare look away.

It was slowly taking up the room, elongating and broadening as it rose along the wall, pressing all warmth from the room. The child breathed heavily, steam escaping from his mouth. But, his gasps were muffled as if the shadow was even pressing sound itself from the room.

It continued to grow, almost reaching the ceiling. However, the light, out of all things, remained bright. Heat and sound continued to become more and more scarce, but the light shone on. The shadow rose, reaching the ceiling. It began to get closer and closer, colder and colder, quieter and quieter.

The boy tilted his head, for the figure was directly above him now. There were no eyes but he had the feeling that he was being examined closer than ever. Vulnerable, scared, and frozen, he watched in horror as a hand, dark as could be, extended from the wall, reaching. He tried to scream, but nothing issued from his mouth.

Finally, in his only attempt to escape, he pulled his covers over himself. Darkness, the light was extinguished. But, so it seemed that the light was not the only thing that exited the room. The boy felt warm again. He could hear his breathing.

He peaked out from under his covers and realized, there are no shadows in complete darkness. The figure was gone. Indeed, as the moon walked from the child’s house and resumed its place in the sky, it looked down on the boy with a smile, for he knew that there would be no more candles in that room for a very long time.

Introduction

It is traditional to introduce oneself before disclosing personal information. But, I'm not here to talk about myself. My purpose is not to give advice, share experiences, or exhibit expertise. I tell stories. The stories that I tell will provide all that I neglect to share through my own examples. They have a mind of their own. It is as if a story can mold and conform to the facets of many individual lives. A story has the potential to become so much more. It can take form of culture, freedom, and feeling. The sum of all that a story is encases a treasure, which can and should be shared with everyone. So, as a reader, you are expected to do only one thing. Enjoy it.