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The Eyes of the Blood Moon

A 1-Hour Improv Story

They say that when you're close to death, your life flashes before your eyes, and that it makes you realize the things that are important to you in your life. The people. The places. And most of all the memories.

Most people only have this moment and this revelation when they're sitting in a hospital bed taking their last breaths or when they're falling from a tall building and wishing that their god damn foot hadn't slipped and that they hadn't even gone up to the roof in the first place, but I am truly one of a kind because I got the luck of having to experience this moment while still alive. I got a miracle, actually...

I am the miracle.

My name is Sona and this is the story of how I found my powers (or as I call it CURSE) and how I lost everything that I ever loved. It all started seven days ago, It seems so far away now, so long ago but back then I was a normal girl, I went to school, fought with my brother, annoyed my parents and enjoyed life with my friends. Well, I guess that's not entirely true, I've never truly been normal. I've always been a weird wild child, but not in the way you would expect. I don't tear up rooms or destroy papers, I don't disobey my parent just cause I want to and I don't do drugs, but I'm wild in my own way. In a way that no one can control, if I get an idea in my head then no one will be able to stop me. I will have my way, not because I force you to do it, but because you will soon realize that you will not be able to force, tell or advise me to do anything otherwise.

Truth is, I know best, and more people should listen to me.

I don't know how I know exactly, but I always do. It's been a gift since childhood, a gut feeling, something that is always with me and something that is a part of me. Now you may think that none of this is relevant and that I'm just rambling on but, oh, would you be wrong.

It was the day of the Blood moon, the day everything changed.

I used to think that all the legends I'd heard were stupid and that believing in the "powers" of the blood red moon was only something a brainless idiot would do but I am sorry to say that I was wrong. All those stories that they tell are true. All the monsters in the night, that you ask your mom to protect you from when you're little, are real. And the truth is far worse than you can imagine.

On that day, it felt normal like any other day, I went to the movies with my friends, helped my parents around the house and worked on my summer homework, but all day I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something was happening.

The feeling that I needed to hide.

But of course, like every other idiot in these situations I ignored it and continued on with my day... it was fine, at first. Later that night my little brother heard the fireworks outside and wanted to watch them from our little patio (sometimes living on a hill is pretty lucky). I groaned and complained but went out with him to make sure he didn't wander off, that's when I saw it.

Through the dark starless sky, bathing the world in a eerie ...deadly glow was the Blood Moon.

I saw it for the first time, and it changed me. The gut feeling I'd had since birth came back but it was stronger now. Different somehow, I was no longer really in control of my body. I heard sounds and voices but didn't know where they came from. I felt myself move but didn't know where I was going and I saw myself change but I didn't know what I'd become.

I do now, I know what it is but it doesn't mean it's any better.

I am Sona Luna and I am the Eyes of the Blood Moon.

I lost everything that night, my parents died in a tornado... no one knew how it had started or what had happened to their bodies but I did. I saw every excruciating moment with clarity. I saw the wind, and the destruction, I heard their screams and I knew that it was my fault. I was the eyes. I was chosen and they were not. They would not survive and I could do nothing to save them.

In the seven days following the Blood Moon, the catastrophes started; the seven signals.

One for each day:

The first day it was the tornados, ripping across the land tearing buildings apart and leaving people homeless and frightened.

The second day it was floods, rising up from the depths of the ocean and erasing cities from existence, taking them to the depths of the ocean where they'll lay for centuries to come.

The third day it was snowstorms, covering the ground in deathly snow and hailing and wailing upon the lives of people all over the world.

The fourth day it was the meteors, raining down all around us, reducing our world to a pile of ash and brimstone, nothing more than a pile of dirt.

The fifth day it was volcanos erupting everywhere with the ferocity of the fires of Pompeii, and covering everything they touch in molten lava, reducing the world beneath them to rock.

The sixth day it was tsunamis and whirlpools, bringing the rage of the waters drowning what was left of the few societies hiding from the world, desperately clinging on to hope.

The seventh day it was the earthquakes ripping apart what was left of the world, destroying all remaining remnants of life and taking away the last strips of hope.

It was the prophecy, it was the curse; it was the end of the world.

It was 2012.

I said once before that I was the miracle and I am. In this time of the end, I am the eyes.

I see the world at its end. I hear all the screams and cries. I smell the burning ashes and know of all the blood spilling around me, but I cannot do anything for them.

I must let them die.

My job is simple. Each day I must search through the darkness and find a spark of light in the eternal darkness that is the world. Seven days, Seven signals, Seven Lives. That's all I get.

I am the savior of light, but I am also the bearer of darkness.

The bearer of death.

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