The Moon Hunters or Riders are mystical dancers of flowing magical music. Their clothes were very strange and different from what the other people wore. Sometimes their clothes would reach the ground while their tops would only cover their breasts. The objects they used were things no living mortal would have ever seen before. Strange shell, hallow objects played beautiful music that the dancers danced along to, while the others had strange crystals hanging from their clothes. But in the last tribe of Moon Hunters, they had one less dancer. This girl was the songtress of the tribe, while the others danced and played music, the girl would sing with her voice filling the hearts of others. Her clothes were very different form the ones the dancers wore. Her top showed her arms and covered the rest of her body. Her beautiful white dress reached down to her ankles, while her feet wore nothing. She carried one object with her all the time, never letting it out of her sight. From what the other dancers didn’t know this was the Staff of Destiny.
The Moon Hunters/ Riders are very magical people. Not very many of them exist in the world of Humanity or spiritual plane. They preform dances and entertain people with their mystical music and wondrous ways of movement. But in the last performance of the last tribe, they preformed in front of a very dark creature. Within a castle of horrible and terrible magic the Moon Hunters/Riders preformed a dance of dark magic. From what the dancers didn’t know the dance was to open a portal into the Darkness. The young songtress knew what the dance had to mean but her comrades wouldn’t belive her. The dance was preformed and the young girl had to sing. While the dark king sat in his throne, watching them preform, a portal opened behind the dancers. Before they could do anything, the Moon Hunters were sucked in. Once the portal had closed, the dark king stood from his chair. He wondered why the young songtress was not sucked into the portal of darkness. Soon he had realised that she had possesion of the Staff of Destiny. So instead he cursed her, her voice was cursed and for her to walk the land by herself for all eternity. After she had left the castle she tried to sing, but her voice had been taken away from her. As she wondered the land she came across a strange but different place. The Holy Ground, she called it. Her tribe members figures started to appear in front of her. They spoke to the young girl telling her how sorry they were. After a few days, a creature came to her. It was the songtress of life. Though this creature too had been cursed with the same fate as the young Moon Hunter, they decided to be partners. The Songtress of Life and The Songtress of Death.
In the book of Life and Death, a person once wrote that when we are born within the womb of our mothers, we can her the Songtress of Life sing to us while over the months we become hole. But when it comes to the day we die we can hear the Songtress of Death sing to us as we pass into the second plane.
Life is a very fragile thing, once you lose it thats it. Being careful with others lives, and living yours to a full extent, is the way it is suppose to be.
Death is a very powerful thing. It can destroy people if you lose you’re love ones. But death is not all that scary in may cases. It can bring Peace or Vanity like it has done me.