Talking to the Moon ✔

-Chapter: Twenty Four -

I did not sleep the night. The image of the hidden sculpture gnawed on my mind. I felt restless and annoyed. Why did Prince Omar bring me to the garden if he did not want me to see that statue? He could not really expect me to forget about it! I did not understand that man. His actions, his words - everything was so confusing.

I sat up on my bed, biting my lower lip and playing with a strand of my hair. I needed answers. All this ridiculous riddles and secrets was making me lose my mind. Why were they hiding so much? What was with this deliberate attempt of mystery surrounding this secret of the Monarch? Did they still think they could not trust me? If so, why was I here?

I closed my eyes and the image of the hidden statue flashed in my mind. It was larger than most. Why would they keep it hidden? It did not make sense.

I needed to do something about it. I would not be able to sleep if I did not find any answer.

My eyes opened at their own will and I shut them, taking a deep breath I tried to channel the Moon. She had always helped at my worse times, maybe she would not hesitate to answer my plea? I imagined the silver radiant ball in the sky. I imagine the calm I felt whenever I looked at her, whenever I talked to her. She was a friend and a guide. I needed her.

What should I do?

I chanted in my mind, in the hopes that she would answer me. I wanted her to. I waited patiently rocking back and forth lightly on my bed. I inhaled again and concentrated on seeking her, going deep within myself. I did not envision the sky but something deep inside me. A light. Is that what Omar had said? That there was light in me. I tried to imagine that light - it was silver and mesmerising. A ball of energy and it pulsated as if it was real.

What should I do? I repeated my question.

Whatever you think is right, my dear.

I heard her voice first and then I felt her. Her power, her sense of calm. I had missed her. She was real. She may not be the Moon but whatever she was, she was real. Nothing else could make me feel this way. I smiled.

I opened my eyes, determined. I was going to seek some answers.

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The garden was the way I had found earlier and so were the guards.

I did not want them to complain about my intrusiveness to the Prince. How would I confront him then? I looked at the night sky. It was comparatively cooler than before and there was no hint of moon. But I had listened to her in my head. Could it be that I was talking to myself?

Whatever it was, it surely helped me make my decision. I was not letting it go even if that meant I was not right in my head.

I put my chin up and removed the hood from my head. I would act like a noble lady and ask them to open the gates for me. Could they deny? I hoped not.