x Prologue x Two Stones x

moon of ice eye of stone lidless eye all alone watch the world of lies and sin watch it slowly die within

The icy cold moon was hidden by a veil of grey clouds preventing its glow from reaching the bitter world. It strained to pass its white light through the clouds which stifled it, pushing it behind their own dark light. Always it works on the dark side of this great orb on which we all live, while all others sleep.

It is a wondrous thing- the moon-always having to borrow its light from another…the follower, not the leader. Yet special in its own sense for turning the suns burning rays into a soft glow to caress us while we sleep.

Nevertheless, this story does not lay with the moon in its bed of clouds, but with the world its light strains to be apart of. It lies in the dark corners of this world that the moon's light cannot reach. And it lies with the souls who both love and dread its icy light.

shoot this bullet through my heart without a soul it dare not smart hold the gun in this sinful hand where I die is where I stand

The wind let out a small whistle as it swept across the deserted town, blowing trash across the street and creating a soft rustle. A cloak snapped as the wind picked up and the man beneath its folds pulled it tighter around his body. The black material hid the scratches and bite marks that marred his pale skin. He was a moon…follower, finding his light in those around him and molding it into his own soft glow.

He marched across the hilly grass, his boots leaving ridged footprints in the soft dirt, molding it to his own. His dark blue eyes were fixed upon two stones far in the distance, their surfaces wavering in the uneven light of the moon. He stepped between other stones, not paying attention to them anymore than he did the grass he was trampling.

blacken heart I cannot feel scarred hands blade of steel pierce the skin watch me bleed a chained soul finally freed

Across the stony field another man was stalking across the ground. His cloak made no sound in the wind…as it all passed through the holes and tears which spread across its grey surface, revealing the tattered robes beneath. His worn in boots also made impressions in the soft dirt, but he did not leave them like the other man. He quickly brushed every print away, leaving only small smudges in the dirt behind him. This man's journey led to the same place as the other's…to those two distant stones. This man was similar to the other in many ways…yet so different. He was a sun, shining in his own glory, giving light to those around him. Tonight though he did not shine…his rays of light were tightly hidden in the dark beneath his threadbare cloak, as was the other's soft glow.

Because of his careful precision not to leave trace of his journey through the field of stones, he moved slower than the other man, and so one reached the stones before the other. Fate maybe...or just the coincidence of this time bound planet.

the thread is cut the knot untied the body buried the tears cried cant go back cant rewind cant relive is what we find

Remus bent down when he reached the two headstones. His eyes were sparkling with tears he refused to shed. Dragging a hand along the rough surface of the stones, he let out a sigh.

"Lily…James…if you can hear me, I'm sorry. I should have known, somehow I should have stopped him. Peter warned me so many times, but I never listened. I know how much you trusted him, James. I know how hard you worked to get Lily to befriend him. You took him in when he needed it and he spit on you. It isn't right, what happened.

"I'm sure you're happy now…you're together still. I'm sure your mother and father are up there with you, proud as the day you got your letter James. And Lily…I never met your parents before they died, but I'm sure they're happy to be with you."

Remus closed his eyes, the images of his two best friends floating through his mind-images that had haunted him since their death. "It wasn't supposed to end this way. If I had been stronger…strong enough to help you! I should have!"

His voice rose in desperation. He took a ragged breath…leaving a pause in the tirade. Enough of a pause to hear a twig snap behind him.

The tear faced man's head whipped around and his eyes quickly scanned the dark behind him. Like a cat his eyes quickly saw through the fog of night and to the man who stood a few yards away.

He rose slowly, his hands forming fists and his eyes sparking dangerously. He let out a snarl like a werewolf, his teeth barred viciously. "You!" He spit the word like poison on the tongue. The word fell to the ground, weighed down with rage and burning hate. "Who's the monster now." Remus threw into the dark.

A man stepped—limped from his shadow of protection. With scarred hands the man lowered his hood to reveal a sunken face. His eyes were dull, his skin hanging loose from his boney face.

Remus took a step toward him, but dared not get nearer. He treated the man like a poisonous snake. "How dare you come here? How dare you step upon this hallowed ground? Murderer…" Remus growled.

The man did not answer, but looked into the dark clouds toward the shaded moon. "Could have fooled me…I could have sworn it was a full moon the way you're acting…Friend." The man said in a calm voice.

The man's cool demeanor sent Remus over the edge. He whipped out his wand, pointing it at his 'friend's' throat. "Sirius you go too far."

The man laughed. "I'm not the one about to kill someone…now let us ask who the murderer is?

Remus's wand shook along with his whole body. He was consumed by the flames of hate that flicked from within. The monster in him … the sun in him wished he could let the green sparks fly, but standing on her grave, he could do no more than lower his wand in defeat.

Sirius nodded slowly. "They wouldn't want you to become a murderer." His eyes were sad as he looked down at the stones.

"How would you know? Why would you care…just to save your skin!?" Remus spit.

"They wouldn't have wanted any of their friends to be murderers."

"Guess that's ruined." Remus said bitterly.

"Yes…it was." Sirius looked up at the moon, his black sunken eyes filled with pain.

"Sirius?" His voice cracked as he looked into the night sky.

Sirius's black eyes pierced the back of Remus' head. "Yes?" He said softly.

"Why?"

The silence that came between them spoke the words that neither could. It spoke of love, hate, anger, pain, joy, and misery. It spoke of a world they both missed dearly: one where they were surrounded by friends and the magic of the world anew. When the sun was still golden, and the moon just as pure…

without reason without hope we are thrown in to cope and just as easy we will parish without someone we can cherish