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"A lunar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes directly behind the Earth into its umbra (shadow). This can occur only when the Sun, Earth, and Moon are aligned (in "syzygy") exactly, or very closely so, with the Earth in the middle. Hence, a lunar eclipse can only occur the night of a full moon."
I N - T H E - W A K E - O F - T H E - E C L I P S E
ECLIPSE'S BACKSTORY
"A lunar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes directly behind the Earth into its umbra (shadow). This can occur only when the Sun, Earth, and Moon are aligned (in "syzygy") exactly, or very closely so, with the Earth in the middle. Hence, a lunar eclipse can only occur the night of a full moon."
I N - T H E - W A K E - O F - T H E - E C L I P S E
ECLIPSE'S BACKSTORY
I was born in the middle of (can you guess?) a lunar borealis eclipse.
My mother's name was Umbra and my father's name was Syzygy. Ironic, no? I guess it was chance that my mother went into labor minutes before the eclipse formed in the night sky. Maybe it was also chance that my mother's name was Umbra and my father's name was Syzygy. Ma'dam went right ahead, looking down at me as a newborn pup suckling on her teet, and said, "let's name her eclipse." Though I'm sure there was more sentimental dialogue exchanged between my parents within the moment... Of course, I was much too young to remember.
My loving, intelligent mother was a gorgeous wolf. Her fur was blacker than a thousand midnights and shined, to me, like the feathers of a raven. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, like the sky in the middle of spring... My father: a hulking dragon with deep ocean blue scales. His eyes were brown and his horns and claws were silver. I couldn't imagine a happier couple... Though that relationship had that wretched touch of "forbidden-ness." From what my parents had told me, I had no siblings and it was suppose to stay that way until the law of my father's clan turned around. That law forbid all the dragons from exchanged romance outside their species. It was considered disgusting and just plain wrong for a wolf and a dragon to be in love, let alone have a child together. I guess my parents were something of rebels, and that is something I loved my parents most for.
My mom had no pack, so, for the most part, I was raised in a tiny, cold cave with only my mother as my company. My father was of high respect in his clan, being a warrior or a "guardian", so he couldn't be around much though he loved me dearly and sincerely... Says my mother, anyway.
I had a rather decent childhood and grew up just fine. I don't really remember anything traumatic or life changing happening to me... Except for maybe two major events.
I was only a child when traumatic event number one happened. I was fairly young and never really recovered from it, as this was more of a physical hinder than anything else. My mother taught me that injuries may always linger, but a scar of the mind can and will be healed. By this time, I had barely grown my horns out and my grammar still wasn’t quite up to par. I definitely had more filling in to do. My mother had left me alone to play on my own. I usually climbed up trees or raced myself around the cave over and over, challenging myself to try harder and accomplish more. My father usually showed up in the time my mother had gone out to hunt. Mother would come back with elk for us to feast on, and when the meal was over, my daddy explained to us that it was time for him to go back to his clan. In those blimps in time where my parents were in the same place at the same time, it felt like nothing else. It seemed like I was eternally protected by two indestructible forces of nature, solely made to love and take care of me and only me. My father sometimes even had time to teach me how to fly. My mom liked to correct me on my grammar. In a sense, I guess you could say my dad mentored my physical education and my mother mentored my mentality.
I had reached that age where I simply didn’t need my mother to supervise me as much anymore. I had climbed to the top of my cave to find another creature sleeping there. It was some kind of a feathered cat that had climbed the stone cave and began resting right on top. It was fairly bigger than I and I desperately wished it would leave my home, so, without touching it or making a noise, I focused on the monster and imagined it being scared away. I became angrier and angrier until my glare began producing this red energy. I felt my mind flex and a significant amount of strength pulsate behind my forehead. I felt so powerful and terrifying. In this exact moment, the feathery feline leaped from its spot and roared at me though I hadn’t even done anything! I approached the monster, convinced I was completely able to scare it away with just my glare. The animal cried aloud and threatened me, but I was no longer phased. As foolish as I was, being so young, I came too close.
The creature began swatting and hissing and roaring frantically. One of these swats clawed me dead-on in my right eye. I screamed and cried in agony. Blood poured into my vision and I couldn’t see a thing. Oily tears and thick blood showered my cheeks. I must have lied there for a good minute or two just writhing in pain and calling out for my mother. I had no idea where the creature went…
My father swooped down from nowhere and took me up in his arms, trying to hush me and apply pressure to the wound that started from the top of my brow, went through my eye, and ended just below my cheekbone. Dad could do nothing else than clean my injury and try to lull me to sleep. When I woke, I couldn’t open my right eye. All I could see out of my left eye was my mother at my side, sobbing. She explained everything to me, all up to the point my father had to leave to be with his clan right after he patched up my wound with the juice of specific healing plant and a cloth. I began to explain to her what I had experienced and what happened on my end of the story. Ma’dam became shocked at my explaining the supernatural powers that overtook me when I woke the creature without doing a single physical thing. She said it was called “intimidation.” She too possessed this ability: striking immense fear into the heart of her victims with a howl or growl or even a stare. The power, however, didn’t work on the strong willed or extremely brave. For the average coward, it could potentially kill… Literally scaring the target to death.
I asked her to teach me how to use my powers better, but she refused to. She told me that things like this must be self taught and the condition I was in was inexcusable anyway. I could not be taught to use intimidation one way or the other.
The moon’s phases came in full circle by the time my father told me it was okay to take the cloth off. When I did, I was completely expecting to see one hundred percent clearly again. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I opened my right eye and saw only a blurred, colorless world. In my left eye, vibrancy and complete view. My vision was split right down the middle. My dad told me I would become stronger the more I relied on that eye. My vision would clear. Color would come back… Eventually, said my father.
Time seemed to go so slow from that day on. I did as my father instructed and tried to rely more on my right eye than my left eye. Eventually, the vision did return to a certain extent. By the time I became a teenager, I just had problems determining distances. From this, I shall reveal traumatic event number two.
I remember our last meal like it was yesterday. My father asked me about my eye and I boasted my vision slowly returning to me. He smiled and told me he was proud of me… My mother said she was proud of me too, considering the elk we were eating was my hunt. Ma’dam had taught me to hunt, and I probably would have learned faster if it weren’t for my half blindness…
That evening was like any other evening. We talked, laughed, argued a bit, and finished our meal. I remember the last conversation I ever had with my father.
“It’s that time again.”
“I know...” I went to my dad to hug him before he had to leave to be with his clan again.
He gave me the tightest hug. “I love you, Elly.”
“I love you too, daddy.” I told him. “‘Night.”
And he flew off in the same direction he did everyday. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I may have been a teenager, but I still slept close to my mom. We slept with full bellies that night. I woke the next morning and immediately took off for a morning snack. Come back, and my mother wasn’t there. I simply assumed that she was off hunting or seeing my father or something like that… The entire day went by, and then the evening… I tried to sleep that night, but stayed awake. I was anxious and confused. Next morning, I went wandering around by the canine territory, which was close by considering my mom liked to live near her kind. A silver fox and a red wolf approached me that afternoon asking if I was Umbra and Syzygy’s daughter.
They wanted to find me and explain to me what happened to my parents, as word got around fast in the land I was born in. Rumor had always been that I was the hybrid child of an intimidator she-wolf and the dragon clan’s main warrior. The two dogs told me that word finally caught up to the clan and they sought out my mother after captivating my father. Both were withheld in front of the king of the clan and executed for violating one of the most vital laws: no romance is to take place with one of their own and a member outside of their species.
“It won’t be long until they hear about you, their daughter!” The silver fox told me. The red fox suggested I take off to somewhere else to save my own life.
So I did.
I took off towards the ocean and kept flying, two days and one night, until I came to the First Realm on the second night. I realized something extremely important… I just flew the greatest distance I’ve ever flown in my life, half blind.
I should be afraid of dragons. I should be afraid to use my powers again. I should be horrible at functioning in everyday life. Truth is, I don’t fear anyone really. I’m really good at using my intimidation powers. I can function just fine even though my right eye only shows me blurred silhouettes. Maybe it’s not having any childhood friends that made me so anti-social and cold… But regardless, I know I am strong. I know I’m smarter than the average wolf-dragon. I can fend for myself and protect myself. I don’t really feel violated by the loss of my parents, but rather, just sad. They would have to die someday anyway, and that’s something no one can change. They both knew this would happen. I know they both loved me. They never mistreated me or gave me anything to regret. They taught me that everything depends on you and how you deal with the situation. Nothing is as bad as it seems though you may not always have control. Control is not key. Handling it is.
I look in my reflection sometimes and see a very beautiful creature: one that my parents crafted. The black scar on my right eye reminds me of who I am and, personally, adds character. When others look at me, they will notice the closed wound and understand that I have known pain and have healed regardless. I am a structure of titanium and refuse to mock my parents’ names by pretending to be weak. From my parents, I now understand that no matter what rules we are given in life or what barriers we are told to never cross, we have a choice as to how we want to live our lives… And that is something we can control.
My mother's name was Umbra and my father's name was Syzygy. Ironic, no? I guess it was chance that my mother went into labor minutes before the eclipse formed in the night sky. Maybe it was also chance that my mother's name was Umbra and my father's name was Syzygy. Ma'dam went right ahead, looking down at me as a newborn pup suckling on her teet, and said, "let's name her eclipse." Though I'm sure there was more sentimental dialogue exchanged between my parents within the moment... Of course, I was much too young to remember.
My loving, intelligent mother was a gorgeous wolf. Her fur was blacker than a thousand midnights and shined, to me, like the feathers of a raven. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, like the sky in the middle of spring... My father: a hulking dragon with deep ocean blue scales. His eyes were brown and his horns and claws were silver. I couldn't imagine a happier couple... Though that relationship had that wretched touch of "forbidden-ness." From what my parents had told me, I had no siblings and it was suppose to stay that way until the law of my father's clan turned around. That law forbid all the dragons from exchanged romance outside their species. It was considered disgusting and just plain wrong for a wolf and a dragon to be in love, let alone have a child together. I guess my parents were something of rebels, and that is something I loved my parents most for.
My mom had no pack, so, for the most part, I was raised in a tiny, cold cave with only my mother as my company. My father was of high respect in his clan, being a warrior or a "guardian", so he couldn't be around much though he loved me dearly and sincerely... Says my mother, anyway.
I had a rather decent childhood and grew up just fine. I don't really remember anything traumatic or life changing happening to me... Except for maybe two major events.
I was only a child when traumatic event number one happened. I was fairly young and never really recovered from it, as this was more of a physical hinder than anything else. My mother taught me that injuries may always linger, but a scar of the mind can and will be healed. By this time, I had barely grown my horns out and my grammar still wasn’t quite up to par. I definitely had more filling in to do. My mother had left me alone to play on my own. I usually climbed up trees or raced myself around the cave over and over, challenging myself to try harder and accomplish more. My father usually showed up in the time my mother had gone out to hunt. Mother would come back with elk for us to feast on, and when the meal was over, my daddy explained to us that it was time for him to go back to his clan. In those blimps in time where my parents were in the same place at the same time, it felt like nothing else. It seemed like I was eternally protected by two indestructible forces of nature, solely made to love and take care of me and only me. My father sometimes even had time to teach me how to fly. My mom liked to correct me on my grammar. In a sense, I guess you could say my dad mentored my physical education and my mother mentored my mentality.
I had reached that age where I simply didn’t need my mother to supervise me as much anymore. I had climbed to the top of my cave to find another creature sleeping there. It was some kind of a feathered cat that had climbed the stone cave and began resting right on top. It was fairly bigger than I and I desperately wished it would leave my home, so, without touching it or making a noise, I focused on the monster and imagined it being scared away. I became angrier and angrier until my glare began producing this red energy. I felt my mind flex and a significant amount of strength pulsate behind my forehead. I felt so powerful and terrifying. In this exact moment, the feathery feline leaped from its spot and roared at me though I hadn’t even done anything! I approached the monster, convinced I was completely able to scare it away with just my glare. The animal cried aloud and threatened me, but I was no longer phased. As foolish as I was, being so young, I came too close.
The creature began swatting and hissing and roaring frantically. One of these swats clawed me dead-on in my right eye. I screamed and cried in agony. Blood poured into my vision and I couldn’t see a thing. Oily tears and thick blood showered my cheeks. I must have lied there for a good minute or two just writhing in pain and calling out for my mother. I had no idea where the creature went…
My father swooped down from nowhere and took me up in his arms, trying to hush me and apply pressure to the wound that started from the top of my brow, went through my eye, and ended just below my cheekbone. Dad could do nothing else than clean my injury and try to lull me to sleep. When I woke, I couldn’t open my right eye. All I could see out of my left eye was my mother at my side, sobbing. She explained everything to me, all up to the point my father had to leave to be with his clan right after he patched up my wound with the juice of specific healing plant and a cloth. I began to explain to her what I had experienced and what happened on my end of the story. Ma’dam became shocked at my explaining the supernatural powers that overtook me when I woke the creature without doing a single physical thing. She said it was called “intimidation.” She too possessed this ability: striking immense fear into the heart of her victims with a howl or growl or even a stare. The power, however, didn’t work on the strong willed or extremely brave. For the average coward, it could potentially kill… Literally scaring the target to death.
I asked her to teach me how to use my powers better, but she refused to. She told me that things like this must be self taught and the condition I was in was inexcusable anyway. I could not be taught to use intimidation one way or the other.
The moon’s phases came in full circle by the time my father told me it was okay to take the cloth off. When I did, I was completely expecting to see one hundred percent clearly again. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I opened my right eye and saw only a blurred, colorless world. In my left eye, vibrancy and complete view. My vision was split right down the middle. My dad told me I would become stronger the more I relied on that eye. My vision would clear. Color would come back… Eventually, said my father.
Time seemed to go so slow from that day on. I did as my father instructed and tried to rely more on my right eye than my left eye. Eventually, the vision did return to a certain extent. By the time I became a teenager, I just had problems determining distances. From this, I shall reveal traumatic event number two.
I remember our last meal like it was yesterday. My father asked me about my eye and I boasted my vision slowly returning to me. He smiled and told me he was proud of me… My mother said she was proud of me too, considering the elk we were eating was my hunt. Ma’dam had taught me to hunt, and I probably would have learned faster if it weren’t for my half blindness…
That evening was like any other evening. We talked, laughed, argued a bit, and finished our meal. I remember the last conversation I ever had with my father.
“It’s that time again.”
“I know...” I went to my dad to hug him before he had to leave to be with his clan again.
He gave me the tightest hug. “I love you, Elly.”
“I love you too, daddy.” I told him. “‘Night.”
And he flew off in the same direction he did everyday. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I may have been a teenager, but I still slept close to my mom. We slept with full bellies that night. I woke the next morning and immediately took off for a morning snack. Come back, and my mother wasn’t there. I simply assumed that she was off hunting or seeing my father or something like that… The entire day went by, and then the evening… I tried to sleep that night, but stayed awake. I was anxious and confused. Next morning, I went wandering around by the canine territory, which was close by considering my mom liked to live near her kind. A silver fox and a red wolf approached me that afternoon asking if I was Umbra and Syzygy’s daughter.
They wanted to find me and explain to me what happened to my parents, as word got around fast in the land I was born in. Rumor had always been that I was the hybrid child of an intimidator she-wolf and the dragon clan’s main warrior. The two dogs told me that word finally caught up to the clan and they sought out my mother after captivating my father. Both were withheld in front of the king of the clan and executed for violating one of the most vital laws: no romance is to take place with one of their own and a member outside of their species.
“It won’t be long until they hear about you, their daughter!” The silver fox told me. The red fox suggested I take off to somewhere else to save my own life.
So I did.
I took off towards the ocean and kept flying, two days and one night, until I came to the First Realm on the second night. I realized something extremely important… I just flew the greatest distance I’ve ever flown in my life, half blind.
I should be afraid of dragons. I should be afraid to use my powers again. I should be horrible at functioning in everyday life. Truth is, I don’t fear anyone really. I’m really good at using my intimidation powers. I can function just fine even though my right eye only shows me blurred silhouettes. Maybe it’s not having any childhood friends that made me so anti-social and cold… But regardless, I know I am strong. I know I’m smarter than the average wolf-dragon. I can fend for myself and protect myself. I don’t really feel violated by the loss of my parents, but rather, just sad. They would have to die someday anyway, and that’s something no one can change. They both knew this would happen. I know they both loved me. They never mistreated me or gave me anything to regret. They taught me that everything depends on you and how you deal with the situation. Nothing is as bad as it seems though you may not always have control. Control is not key. Handling it is.
I look in my reflection sometimes and see a very beautiful creature: one that my parents crafted. The black scar on my right eye reminds me of who I am and, personally, adds character. When others look at me, they will notice the closed wound and understand that I have known pain and have healed regardless. I am a structure of titanium and refuse to mock my parents’ names by pretending to be weak. From my parents, I now understand that no matter what rules we are given in life or what barriers we are told to never cross, we have a choice as to how we want to live our lives… And that is something we can control.
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