Sunday, June 23, 2024

My New Take On Journaling (Words In Your Mind)

  Throughout my life, I have been anxious about two things in particular:

1.Dwelling on the past (which ranges from little embarrassing moments to much bigger mistakes and regrets)

2.Worrying about the future (including things which I may come to regret down the road)


Over the last year in particular, I’ve begun to journal at a much more frequent rate, as many psychology experts agree that journaling is one of the most effective forms of anxiety-relief. While I’m happy to say that I’m at a much better place mentally now thanks to all the journaling I’ve done, up until very recently, something still felt like it was missing…


Part of my worrying of the future involves dwelling over the possibility that someday I may not be able to journal at all. I often find myself thinking about potential grim scenarios like ending up paralyzed, or something to that effect. I understand that the chances of such a thing ever happening are slim-to-none, but when you have a brain as anxious as mine, even the tiniest of possibilities need to be taken into account…


Because of this, I spent the last several days doing a deep-dive online into the psychology of journaling, to understand exactly why it’s proven to be effective for so many, including myself. My goal with this was to see if I could “reverse engineer” the psychological effects of journaling from the inside out, so that I could then figure out how to recreate the experience in a purely mental way, without having to worry about any physical limitations that the future may bring…


My research ultimately led me to stumbling upon a certain video just a few days ago (which I unfortunately forgot to save and can’t find again now), where the theory was stated that journaling works as well as it does because it allows us to literally and figuratively face our own negative thoughts, rather than constantly trying to distract ourselves from them. Distraction, while healthy in small doses, should never be seen as the ultimate “silver bullet solution” to something. You can only run away from your bad thoughts for so long. Eventually, you have to face them head-on. By transferring those thoughts into something tangible, like words, we are able to finally “detach” ourselves from said thoughts, and look at them from an outside perspective. With this new angle, we can then “attack” the thoughts, so to speak…


Obviously, certain bad thoughts are still gonna keep coming back in your brain, no matter how often your journal about them, but that’s not the point. Rather, the point is to just simply get yourself into the behavior of constantly turning trauma into something tangible, therefore assigning “meaning” to it, over and over. For what it’s worth, though, I’ve found that the more I “process” something, the less traumatic it feels in the long run, but I understand that there are outliers to this sort of circumstance…


So getting back to my initial question of the day: How do you recreate this experience in purely a mental way? After watching the aforementioned video, the answer became simple to me: You simply turn your thoughts into words in your head. For the last few days in particular, whenever I have a bad thought, I picture a standard word processor in my mind (white background with black ink) and then “type out a sentence” that summarizes whatever bad thought I’m having. Sometimes I just do a bullet point, rather than a complete sentence, or even just a singular word. Usually I imagine just one sentence at a time, but sometimes I imagine multiple at once (usually three at a time, cause it reminds me of haikus). My style of physical journaling is “bullet journaling” anyways, so envisioning things this way isn’t too far from what I do in reality.


Obviously, I’m still in the early days of applying this new technique, but thus far, it has proven to be quite effective. It’s my belief that, at least on a subconscious level, humans tend to associate the expression of thoughts with words in particular. If you think about, it makes sense. Humanity has been using the act of writing as our primary “expression tool” for so many generations now that it’s practically burned into our DNA/ instinct. So ultimately, the solution to “peace and acceptance” seems to be this: Turn feelings into words, and if you can’t do that in real life, do it in your head. I suppose some people would prefer to use symbols instead of words, depending on their culture, but ultimately, the principle is the same…


When it comes to mental health and self-improvement, I’ve been through this song and dance enough now to know that the journey is never gonna be linear. If my past is any indicator, this new method will probably work for me for a good while, and then I’ll burn out on it, like I do with everything else (I gradually write stories and poems less and less, for instance). That’s fine, though. Life is all about rotating back and forth between different stress-relievers anyways. The more techniques you gain along the way, the better. That said, I still felt the need to make this post cause this whole “literal words in your head” approach is something I don’t really see being talked about anywhere else online, and I feel like it’s a methodology that could probably help a lot of people…


Peace!


UPDATE: Something else I forgot to mention is that, at least in my experience, it’s a lot harder to burn out on journaling (be it real physical journaling or the “purely mental” journaling that I describe here) than it is to burn out on other hobbies. I think this is mainly because you can journal about literally anything, and humans are always having new, stream-of-conscious thoughts as is. Plus, as I said earlier in this post, it’s okay to revisit topics (especially traumatic stuff) every now and then when journaling. Basically, the key is to find something you can do under any circumstance, and never burn out on it. I see journaling (and mental journaling in particular) as ticking both of those boxes.


UPDATE 2: This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but another thing I do that’s sorta like mental journaling is pretend like I’m “livestreaming” in my head, if that makes sense, or pretend I’m being interviewed. Using my phone to make little reminders for things I wanna journal later also helps. Either way, phone notes or actual journal entries don’t have to make sense to anyone other than yourself.


UPDATE 3: Something else I didn’t think about before is that someone born blind wouldn’t be able to do this, unless they’re able to visualize brail in their head. I don’t know anyone born blind, so I guess I can’t say if that really works or not. Oh, well…


UPDATE 4: Rather than imagining a computer word processor, I’m starting to just imagine myself handwriting in cursive, like what I do in real life, or I alternate between the two.


UPDATE 5: I don’t really do this stuff anymore, but I’ll leave this post up in case anything here still helps anyone.


UPDATE 6: When it comes to worrying about the future, something that has helped me recently is realizing that the worst-case scenarios I imagine are usually just as unrealistic as delusions of grandeur, which helps me not the worry about them as much.


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Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Star Wars Films Will Keep Getting Axed, Here's Why

  I haven’t done one of these “think pieces” in awhile, so I’m gonna start with a list:

Star Wars movies either canceled or in limbo:

Obi-Wan Kenobi (reworked as a show)

Boba Fett (reworked as a show)

Rian Johnson Trilogy

Benioff & Weiss Trilogy

Knights of the Old Republic

Kevin Feige Movie

Rogue Squadron

A Droid Story

Lando

Taika Waititi Movie

Damon Lindelof Movie


That’s fifteen movies. Quite a bit, eh? So now the question becomes: Why does this keep happening, and will it ever get better?


I can already answer the second part of the question: No.


But to understand why, we need to dissect the first part of the question…


Back in 1972, George Lucas began working on what would eventually become Star Wars. The movie came out in 1977. That means he had five entire years to work on the movie soup-to-nuts, without having to worry about fan expectations because, surprise, there were no fans yet…


Thankfully, the film received immediate universal praise. The following film, The Empire Strikes Back, was met with some initial criticism, but people quickly came around to it. Since then, each installment has been divisive, at best. Things became even more complex in 2012, when Disney acquired the property. Now, the franchise had to try to please both fans AND shareholders alike. Spoiler alert: both camps want as much content as possible, even if they don’t admit it…


To make matters worse, Disney launched its own streaming service in 2019, just as the mainline Skywalker Saga was coming to end. Similarly to Marvel, Star Wars now had to define a new, post-saga course for its movies, while also justifying the existence of multiple shows a year, all while still having to appeal to both fans and shareholders alike…


Therefore, as one would expect, Lucasfilm is under pressure to keep announcing content on a regular basis. Some of you reading this may go “they should at least write an outline before announcing something.” While I’m not on the inside, I can all but guarantee that every new movie they announce has at least an outline before they announce it. That said, a good outline doesn’t necessarily guarantee a good script, let alone a good movie. Speaking as a writer myself, I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve written an outline, thinking I have a hit on my hands, only to then start expanding said outline into an actual manuscript and realizing what I had was actually shit. In fact, it just happened to me again today…


So now you may be thinking “okay, well then they should write at least one full script draft before they announce something.” I think it’s pretty safe to say that, if it weren’t for having to keep the shareholders happy, that’s exactly what they would do. In fact, they even tried that a few times, but the problem is that scripts take quite a bit of time to write, and when it comes to Star Wars, it’s hard to keep things a secret, especially from scoop-hungry journalists. Keep in mind that the Kevin Feige movie was never officially announced by Disney or Lucasfilm themselves. They were secretly working on the script, and then someone on the inside talked to a journalist, and the rest is history. Same thing happened to the Damon Lindelof film.


This is all to say that, a lot of times, a project is either forced into announcement prematurely by the major studio (Disney, in this case), or its existence is leaked to the press while it’s still in the scripting phase. This even happens to small, non-IP projects that never get finished, let alone something like Star Wars…


Even Marvel’s beloved Infinity Saga hit some bumps in the road along the way (some entries were better than others, plus, remember when Inhumans was supposed to be a movie?). And while the Multiverse Saga continues to chug along, its reception seems to keep declining with each and every new release, and their plans are slowly becoming more “wobbly” now too (remember when Armor Wars was supposed to be a show? Is Kang still gonna be the new final boss?). I’ve also said this before, but even the Infinity Saga itself didn’t become “solidified” until the first Avengers film in 2012 (they didn’t know they were gonna pursue the Thanos story until then, hence why the cartoony-looking gauntlet full of stones in the first Thor film had to be retconned as a decoy).


Besides, do you think the people running Star Wars want to keep putting out multiple mediocre movies every year, like Marvel does right now? Especially when Star Wars seems to receive ten times as much scrutiny? As a matter of fact, no other franchise outside of Marvel has managed to pull off the assembly-line model that they themselves pioneered, and can barely still do themselves. I can’t even count on two hands how many abandoned film slates DC has had in the last decade, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole James Gunn thing doesn’t work out now either…


With that all being said, I think it’s time for all of us to accept that the Infinity Saga was a fluke, and that a pre-determined, decade-long film slate like that is never gonna happen ever again. When it comes to any franchise, movies are gonna keep getting announced because shareholders (as well as fans, to a lesser extent) want to keep knowing what’s going on. Some of those plans will happen, some of them won’t. It is what it is. In fact, we now live in a world where an entire movie can be filmed and yet still be canceled (RIP Batgirl). My best advice would be to just not take any of this stuff too seriously until you see a trailer for it…


I’d like to also remind everyone that good art usually takes time. It took Tolkien seventeen years to finally publish all three volumes of The Lord of the Rings, after all. I also think that the days of something getting announced and then being released just a few years later are over. Like I said at the start of this post, Lucas took five whole years to make the original film. Similarly, he announced The Phantom Menace in 1993, and the movie itself only came out six entire years later. On another similar note, the original Spider-Man movie was in development hell for like ten years and went through a few different directors (even James Cameron was supposed to do it, at one point). Terminator 2 and Aliens both took seven years to make (both by Cameron too, funny enough). Pixar sequels take a while too. The list goes on…


People these days expect a slate announcement for everything when, not that long ago, there were no slate announcements for franchises cause franchises as we know them now didn’t even exist yet. For a long time, there was no internet/ social media to even use for such announcements. Everything just got reported through trade magazines like Variety and whatnot. Also, up until 2008, superhero movies did not connect together to form cinematic universes, and other series like Star Wars, Harry Potter, Middle-Earth, etc. were nowhere near ready to think about spin-offs and whatnot. Furthermore, Marvel head Kevin Feige even said recently that, going forward, Marvel itself “will operate more like a normal development studio, so don’t expect every project that gets reported on to actually get made” (I’m paraphrasing there). Even he’s getting tired of these big slate announcements, cause they’re starting to backfire on him (remember when the Blade reboot movie was announced in 2019?).


I say all this because I’ve noticed movie nerds getting more and more anxious about this stuff. A few months ago, it was announced that the sequel to The Batman would only be released in late 2026 (four and a half years after the first one), and a bunch of people online threw a temper tantrum over it (EDIT: Delayed to 2028 now, which is more warranted of criticism). Unfortunately, it seems that Marvel (and major studio culture in general) has conditioned everyone into thinking that we always need content within a few years from announcement. We need to get out of that mindset, I think…


If it’s any consolation, I’m sure all the in-limbo Star Wars projects listed at the top here will eventually get made. Some might mutate into shows (like Kenobi and Fett did). Some might change directors still. Some might only get released like ten or so years after they were originally announced. This was the world before Marvel, and it’s the world again now…


Peace!


UPDATE: I’m not saying that all future Marvel films will suck, nor am I saying that Star Wars shouldn’t start doing multiple movies a year like Marvel does. I’m not in a position to say what any of these brands should or shouldn’t do. Maybe all Marvel movies from here on out will be great. Maybe Star Wars will start doing multiple films a year and be able to do it just as well as Marvel does. Both of those cases would be nice, actually…

Saturday, June 8, 2024

White Star, Cold War: A Sci-Fi Monologue

 WHITE STAR, COLD WAR

A Sci-Fi Monologue


Henry N. Silva


It’s been thousands of years since the sun shrunk down to a white star… Thousands of years since Mercury and Venus became habitable… Thousands of years since humanity moved over to both planets, losing Earth to the alien invaders…


Our new neighbors promise to leave Venus and Mercury alone. They say they’ll occupy Mars and the moons instead, once they start overpopulating…


How much can we trust them, though? They already took one planet from us, after all…


Heck, even the humans on Mercury don’t trust us anymore, and here on Venus, we barely still trust each other now…


Every now and then, I’m sent to spy on the aliens of Earth, to see what they may be up to. Hardly any trace of human history still exists there. Entire histories and cultures, wiped away… Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened on Earth, though… 


Maybe humanity deserves this fate…


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Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Shades of Justice: A Space Opera Short Story

 SHADES OF JUSTICE

Henry N. Silva


NOTE: The following story is technically a sequel to my book Sunrise Order. That said, I did my best to structure this story in a way where it can be read without needing to also read the book that precedes it.


Dean faces the blue sunset…

In times of stress, the sun of his home-world usually manages to put him at ease. He cherishes that blue sun, against the reddish-gray sky, the two colors meshing perfectly together, across the world of Deltax…

But everyone knows that Dean doesn’t just admire the sun for its beauty. He needs that sun, more than any ordinary human ever could…

He remembers hearing the bedtime stories from his parents, over and over, when he was just a little boy. Night after night, they told him of the time, centuries ago, when humanity first came to Deltax, and how some of those very first settlers became blessed by the blue sun. These chosen few soon found themselves with heightened strength and intelligence. They were humans no more…

They and their descendants became known as the Sunchildren, and together, they formed the everlasting Sunrise Order.

And you’re a Sunchild too! Dean remembers his mother first saying to him, so long ago…

Standing in front of his own airship, Dean now takes his eyes off the sun, focusing instead on the small town ahead of him, surrounded by vast desert, common for the western region of the planet… As he makes his way into town on foot, he finds himself greeted by a fellow Sunchild, Fodir. The two of them bare black Sunchild armor, accentuated by patches of purple, the color of The West…

A warm smile sweeps across Fodir’s face, “You picked up the distress call too, I see!”

“Why did our radars pick this one up, though?” Dean asks, as he looks around, “Isn’t this Northwest territory?”

“Actually, this community is technically right on the border between West and Northwest,” Fodir explains.

“Oh,” Dean refocuses his attention on a small house, just behind his peer, “So what happened here?”

“Some kinda domestic dispute, it looks like. A few Northwesterners got here right before me, though.”

“Should we go take a look anyways?”

Fodir nods, “Might as well.”

They step indoors, only to find a small girl, curled up on the floor and crying, just beside the entrance…

Dean kneels down, meeting her at her level, “Hey, kid. Can you tell us what happened here?”

The girl does her best to speak between sobs, “Mommy killed daddy… Mommy killed daddy!”

Dean stands back up, looking over just as the mother is being taken from the kitchen to the outside, a Northwestern Sunchild grabbing her by each arm. They too bare black armor, only theirs is accentuated by a lighter shade of purple, more magenta than anything else… Dean manages to get a good look at the mother as she passes him. He can see the pure, unfiltered insanity in her eyes. She snarls as she sees him, making no acknowledgement of her daughter whatsoever. No remorse…

Another Northwestern Sunchilddd then steps out from the kitchen, one whom Dean already happens to know, a man by the name of Rakk.

“So what’s gonna happen to her?” Dean asks him, “The mother, I mean.”

Rakk merely shrugs, “You know how it goes. We’ll decide if we should send her to The North or not. If we keep her here, then we’ll decide her fate ourselves. If we send her north, then it’ll be up to the government.”

Fodir grits his teeth, “You mean the same government that was recently exposed as corrupt?”

“Corrupt or not, it’s the global government,” Rakk snaps back at him, “and rules are rules.”

Dean eyes him critically, “Your rules. Not ours.”

Rakk remains unfazed, “Even so, we got here before you guys did. That woman is under our jurisdiction now.” With that, he leaves…

The pair of Western Sunchildren say nothing more, returning their attention to the helpless child on the floor…


MONTHS LATER


Dean steps into a bar, deep in thought… Even now, he cannot stop thinking about the ‘domestic dispute’ from several months prior. There was a time where he only cared about himself, but that time was over for him now…

Soon enough, he recognizes Rakk, sitting alone atop a barstool, and decides to join him.

Rakk looks to his left, “Ah, look who it is!”

“A bit far from home, no?”

The Northwesterner takes another sip of his drink, “Maybe I just like it here.”

Dean gets to the point, “I heard all the charges were dropped for that woman… Why?”

As per usual, Rakk shrugs, “I wasn’t part of the decision to send her north, nor was I part of the court’s ruling up there.”

Dean presses on, “Your actions have allowed a guilty person to walk free. Had you just let us handle it, none of this would’ve happened.”

Rakk places some money on the counter, standing from his seat. For a moment, it seems he is about to say something new in rebuttal, but suddenly stops himself, instead leaving the bar in silence…

The Westerner continues to sit alone, wondering what Rakk had wanted to say to him. Did he want to admit defeat? Did he simply feel that Dean wasn’t worth arguing any further with?

Whatever the answer, it was beyond Dean, at least in that moment…


DAYS LATER


The Western Sunchild finds himself returning to the same bar, this time on business…

There to great him just outside is Fodir, his usual warm smile in tow, “Nice to see a familiar face!”

Dean waves to him, “At least we’re deep in western territory this time. No need to worry about Northwesterners getting in the way… So what happened?”

Fodir points to bar behind him, “Some guy had too much to drink in there, started going crazy.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard to handle, then.”

They step in, only to find the place empty and destroyed. An older man stands in the middle, visibly drunk, a broken glass bottle in his hand…

He points his makeshift weapon towards the pair of intruders, “Leave me alone!!”

Dean takes a deep breath, “Relax.”

“I said leave me alone!!”

Dean continues to remain calm, “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

Fodirrr steps up to drunkard, who raises the broken bottle in defense… And then Fodir snaps his neck.

Dean recoils in shock, “What the hell?!”

Fodir briefly looks down on the now-dead man on the floor, before turning his head towards Dean. The warm smile from his face long gone, his eyes now seeming ‘empty,’ and cold, “You didn’t see? He was gonna attack me.”

“You didn’t need to take it that far!”

Fodir sighs, “My parents were drunks. Just had a traumatic reaction, I guess.”

“That’s not a valid excuse! You basically just broke the law!”

Fodir walks up to him, his expression still blank, his eyes still cold, “We are the law.” He then makes his way back outdoors…

Dean remains there in the bar, alone with the body, overcome with shame, and acceptance…


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Saturday, May 4, 2024

Dark Magic Trial: A High-Fantasy Monologue

 DARK MAGIC TRIAL

A High-Fantasy Monologue

Henry N. Silva


Every prime witch and wizard must face “the dark magic trial,” once they reach a certain age…


What’s that, you ask? Well, the dark magic trial simply means being exposed to dark magic… The magic of our enemies…


One cannot defeat their enemy or keep them at bay until they understand their “side of the story,” after all… Those of us who face the trial usually come away from it one piece, but every now and then, someone succumbs to the darkness…


There are others of good who refuse to accept the dark magic trial. Runaway witches and wizards, we call them… Sometimes I think about becoming a runaway myself. My time to face the trial is soon approaching, and the more I am reminded of it, the more I fear it…


I don’t know any runaways, though. All my friends and family are primes. Interacting with the runaways is frowned upon… But like I said, my time to face the trial is soon approaching, and the more I am reminded of it, the more I fear it…


UPDATE: In hindsight, I’m not really sure what I was going for with this one. Guess I was trying to tackle the question “Is bravery overrated?”


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Thursday, May 2, 2024

When Nightfall Comes: A Space Opera Short Story

 WHEN NIGHTFALL COMES

Henry N. Silva


NOTE: The following story is technically a sequel to my book Sunrise Order. That said, I did my best to structure this story in a way where it can be read without needing to also read the book that precedes it.


Arra faces the blue sunset…

In times of stress, the sun of her home-world usually manages to put her at ease. She cherishes that blue sun, against the reddish-gray sky, the two colors meshing perfectly together, across the world of Deltax…

But everyone knows that Arra doesn’t just admire the sun for its beauty. She needs that sun, more than any ordinary human ever could…

She remembers hearing the bedtime stories from her parents, over and over, when she was just a little girl. Night after night, they told her of the time, centuries ago, when humanity first came to Deltax, and how some of those very first settlers became blessed by the blue sun. These chosen few soon found themselves with heightened strength and intelligence. They were humans no more…

They and their descendants became known as the Sunchildren, and together, they formed the everlasting Sunrise Order.

And you are a Sunchild too! Arra remembers her mother first saying to her, so long ago…

The young woman continues to gaze at the sunset, feeling her mind clearing with each passing second. Back when she was a child, hearing the stories about her ancestors for the first time, she dreamt endlessly of the many ways she would use her “gifts” to bring peace to the people of Deltax. But now, as a young adult, she questions everything…

She looks around at the humble, wood-and-stone village around her, surrounded by forestry, common for the eastern region of the planet. An intense soreness makes its way through her body. Just the night before, she stopped a powerful terrorist by the name of Fang from destroying the entire region. Over and over again, she relives the moment when she grabbed hold of him, just a few feet away from the region-wide bomb he had created, and threw him into a rapid river, his red-cloaked body vanishing into the waterfall nearby…

Suddenly, a servant steps out from a cottage, making his way to Arra, “Your parents will see you now.”

She makes her way into the house from which the servant came. On her way in, she sees a patch of red from the corner of her eye, coming from the forest nearby. She looks over, but finds nothing of red.

You’re seeing things, she tells herself, as she makes her way indoors…

Within the structure she once called home, Arra finds an elderly couple she knows all too well, sitting at a table, tea in each of their hands. Both of them bare the same black armor as her, accentuated with orange, the color of The East…

Arra lowers her head in shame, “Forgive me.”

Her mother raises an eyebrow, “How can we? You broke the one and only rule of our kind.”

“What choice did I have?,” Arra looks back up, “The one they call Fang was on the verge of destroying our entire region!”

“Our purpose is to only advise, not intervene.” Her father responds, “We cannot alter the fates of others, only guide them.”

Arra sighs, “I understand, but my human instinct for survival overtook me in the moment. Surely an exception can be made, no? I will do what I can to never make the same mistake again.”

“You are still our daughter, but rules are rules,” her father answers again, seeming regretful.

“You must leave,” her mother adds, a tinge of regret also lingering in her voice.

Arra manages to hold back the tears, “Very well. Hopefully this is only goodbye-for-now.”

With that, she walks out, only to find a familiar, gray-cloaked figure standing there before her; Ranu, leader of the Moonchildren. A sect of Sunchildren who choose to use their physical strength, but only at night, using the reflected light of the moon as their guide…

The middle-aged man smiles, “You look like someone in need of somewhere to go.” He walks up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry. We are your family now.”


SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Arra sits atop a gargantuan tree, deep within the forest, in the dead of night. Ranu and the handful of other Moonchildren are there with her…

She now wears the same gray robes as the rest of them, fully accepted into their culture. Together, they all look for signs of danger…

“Look!” One of the other Moonchildren suddenly points to a distress flare, lighting up the air. He then turns towards Arra, “Isn’t that right around where your village is?”


***

Arra makes her way to the town she once called home, sprinting as fast as she can…

“Wait!” Ranu shouts to her, he and the other Moonchildren running just behind her.

Soon enough, she makes her way to the mouth of the village, stopping dead in her tracks as she sees her parents, lying dead on the ground…

Between them stands a man cloaked in red, a knife in his hand. He pulls back his hood, revealing an aging face that Arra had hoped she would never see again… The other locals all cower in fear, clearly understanding that Fang too possesses Sunchild blood, coursing through his veins…

Whaling in anger, Arra charges straight to him, instantly grabbing the knife from his hand. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pierces it, right into his center…

Collapsing to the ground, Fang’s face curls into a brief smile, “See? Now what makes you any different from me?”

Arra watches, as he takes his dying breath, his final words ringing in her mind…


THE NEXT MORNING

Arra stands in the center of the village alone, the three bodies now taken away…

Carefully, Ranu approaches her, “Don’t feel regret for what you’ve done. You’re a Moonchild now. When nightfall comes, you have the authority to kill.”

Arra says nothing.

Ranu sighs, “If you want to break away from us, I understand.”

After a few more seconds of silence, she finally speaks, “No more killing.”

“What now?”

“I will stay with you,” she clarifies. “I will continue to intervene physically… But I must draw a line at murder. I will leave that to you and the others, going forward.”

The elder Moonchild nods in agreement, “Fair enough… What made you decide to stay?”

She turns to face him, “You had said it yourself… You are my family now.”


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