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Moon in My Heart-2

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The Moon Within My Heart

Author: Aurorita248
Rated: PG
Warnings: Some tears and slight slash.
Summary: Paul is a boy in a traveling gypsy troupe who watches a meteor shower at one of the rest stops. Unfortunately, one of the meteors reveals itself to be the son of Luna, the Moon. A strange kinship connects them...but it only proves to be problematic when people starts hunting the troupe, and the boy slowly becomes weaker and weaker...
Summary: This story is based on the song 'Hijo de la Luna' (Spanish for 'Son of the Moon') and the Florence + the Machine song "Cosmic Love". All creative ideas belong to me and me alone.
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Chapter 2-The Caravan of the Moon

Paul, Michael, George and Ringo stared in amazement and shock. This young boy fell from the sky into a smoldering crater, with skin unlike their own, asking for his mother. Ringo was the first to speak up.

"Wait a minute..." He began.. "Did that boy fall from the sky?"

"We all saw it, Ritchie." said George. "You aren't the only one who saw it."

"Wow...." Michael whispered.

Paul looked in surprise. The young boy fell from the sky and crash landed onto the Earth in front of him. That was impossible...unless...unless...

"Is your mother...the moon?" Paul asked the boy.

"Mama...Mama...." The boy sobbed. "Take me to Mama...."

"Do you know what she looks like?"

"Mama..."

"Does she have a name?"

"Mama...."

Paul nearly gave up when he got the same response. The boy continued to sob all the same, oblivious to the help he was given.

"This isn't helping us at all," George moaned.

"Well, what do you expect?" asked Ringo. "He did fall from his mother's arms and all."

The boy continued to cry as pearly tears dropped onto the ground. Paul sat down and slid into the crater, placing a hand onto the boy's shoulder.

"I'll lead you to Mama." He told the boy, holding onto his hand. "Okay?"

The boy looked at Paul with some curiosity before staring at the grip on his hand. He nodded his head in reply.

"We need to give you a name," said Paul. "Do you have one?"

"Name?" The boy repeated. "No...name...."

"I have one." said Michael. "Let's call him John!"

"John?" asked George. "Where did that come from?"

"From those old tales about the wolf and the boy. He looks just like John."

"John..." Ringo muttered. "That's a good name."

"See? I told you!"

"John...." The boy repeated. "John!"

"Yes," Paul smiled. "That's your name."

"John! John! John!"

The boy known as John pulled Paul and began to run around, singing and hailing his new name. George, Ringo and Michael laughed in response.

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"Hey! Everyone!"

George rushed to his older siblings and jumped with joy. Peter saw his youngest brother with basket of berries in hand, the fruit about to fall out and be squished. Ringo followed behind George, also panting for breath.

"What's going on, Georgie?" asked the red robed Harrison.

"We....we found...something..." George gasped. "You won't believe it!"

"Believe what?" asked George's second brother Harry. Harry himself was dressed in grey robes with golden lining. "What's so exciting about berry picking?"

"Lighten up." said Louise, wrapped in blue robes and a blue scarf around her head. "What'd you find George?"

"Him!" George announced, pointing toward Paul. "Look!"

Paul and Michael were rushing toward the campfire where the gypsy elders gathered to eat their supper. Paul held John's hand in his own, while John was eating some blue berries.

"Who is that?" asked Louise.

"He came from the sky," said Ringo. "He's looking for his mother..."

"Did you say he came from the sky?" asked Harry. "Oh my..."

"Is he...what I think he is?" asked Louise.

"But...he's an old legend." said Peter.

"What legend?" asked Ringo. "Wait...you don't mean...he's the..."

"Son of the Moon?" Peter finished. "Perhaps...the pale skin, the cries for his mother, and him falling from the sky..."

Michael and Paul sat John down hear the fireplace as some of the elders stirred the pot of stew in the cauldron. John was still eating the berries with delight.

"How are you doing?" Paul asked. "Are you alright?"

John nodded his head in reply, taking a few more berries into his mouth. Paul smiled in relief, seeing that the boy wasn't frightened at all.

"Stay here," he told the boy. "I need to talk to someone."

"We'll be back for you, Moon Child." Michael added. "We promise."

The brothers walked toward their father, Jim McCartney. The father was sitting next to Martha, the sheepdog, stroking her head. Martha was sitting near the fire, content with her current position.

"Dad, you won't believe what Paul found!" Paul began. "It's something amazing!"

"What did you find this time, James?" asked Jim, addressing his eldest son by his first name. "A new way to play a mandolin?"

"Even better," Paul answered. "I found a boy who fell from the sky."

"Excuse me?"

Jim tilted his head to the left, observing John eating berries. Martha stared in curiosity and walked toward him.

"Martha, come back here!" said Jim.

Martha went toward John and sat near him. John looked in curiosity at who approached him. Martha panted in front of him, her tongue sticking out of her grinning mouth. She barked at him.

"WOOF! WOOF!" said the sheepdog. "WOOF!"

John screamed and fell backwards onto the grass. The basket of berries scatted across the dust as Martha stepped over the log and approached the newcomer to the group. The boy looked in fear, trying to back away from the creature.

"Martha, come back!" said Michael. "Sit, girl!"

Martha sat down at the command, panting once more. John stared at the creature, wondering why the canine was no longer going after him. He blinked in confusion, placing a hand over her eyes.

"Woof?" John asked.

"Woof!" Martha answered.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"WOOF!"

John moved the fur in front of Martha's face, revealing a pair of brown eyes. He gasped and placed his hands near his face, the fur falling back into place. This made the boy curious; he did the same thing again.

"By Diana's grace," Jim whispered. "Look at him...is he really?"

"Jim McCartney, what's going on?"

Jim turned, seeing Elder Martin walk toward them. The wizened leader, with grey hair and wise grey eyes, hobbled slightly with the cane in hand. Even so, he still carried an air of leadership and wisdom amongst the other gypsies.

"Elder Martin," Jim began. "My sons found what appears to be the Son of the Moon."

"That's preposterous." said Elder Martin. "It's just an old tale we pass down from generation to generation."

"Woof! Woof!" said John, seeing Martha's eyes before pulling back. "Woof!"

Martha barked back as Paul and Michael ran toward them. Michael giggled.

"It's peek-a-boo!" He exclaimed. "Peek-a-boo!"

"Peek-a-boo?" John repeated.

"Yeah!" said Paul. "Peek-a-boo!"

"Peek-a-boo!"

Martha leapt on top of John and started to lick him. John giggled in delight when he felt Martha's cold nose press against his cheek. He became unaware of the gypsies circling him, but instead continued his game of peek-a-boo with the sheepdog.

"This is...unbelievable." said Elder Martin. "He fell from the sky?"

"That's what James is telling me." said James McCartney. "He was looking for his mother, but now it seems he's starting to settle down."

"What do we do, though?"

"We take care of him, that's what. We need to find someone who knows about the Moon and her child—I think I know who."

"Jim," said Elder Martin wearily. "We both know that...she can be very elusive."

"Can we at least have dinner first?" George exclaimed. "I'm starving!!!"

"All right, all right," said Henry. "Let's gather some bowls and spoons and eat. We've traveled a long way as it is."

The gypsies sat down on the logs as Peter and Louise began scooping stew into the cauldron. John sat away from them, spending some time with Martha.

"Martha," said Paul. "Come on girl, it's time for dinner!"

Martha barked and walked toward her owner. John looked up, seeing Martha walk away from him. His eyes began to water.

"Come back..." John whimpered.

Paul walked toward John and helped him up, grasping onto his hand again.

"Don't worry," said Paul. "She'll come back. It's time to have dinner."

John slowly nodded his head as he followed Paul to his seat. He was soon given a bowl of stew into his hands. It smelled good.

"Here," said Paul, handing John a spoon. "You eat it like this."

Paul dipped the spoon into the stew and blew on it lightly. Then, he took the spoon into his mouth, before pulling it out and swallowing the stew in his mouth.

"See?" said Paul. "Like that!"

John stared at his bowl before scooping the spoon just like Paul. Then he took the spoon into his mouth...and spat the food out.

"What's wrong?" asked Michael. "Do you not like the soup?"

"Hot..." John replied.

"That's because you blow on it." said Paul. "Here, let me do it."

Paul took John's wrist, dipping the spoon into the stew again. This time, he blew on it lightly.

"Try it out."

John nodded his head and sipped the stew. His eyes widened in surprise.

"He must like it," said Michael. "He likes it!"

"Hot!" John exclaimed. "Hot!"

He was panting for breath, tongue sticking out. Paul lifted the spoon into his stew, and found diced chili peppers in it.

"Dragon Fire Stew?!" He exclaimed. "Dad...."

"What?" said Jim. "We just got down Eclipse Mountain; I assumed everyone wanted to be warm."

"But John's not used to spicy foods..."

"You mean the Son of the Moon."

"We call him John, dad." said Michael. "It suits him."

John was given a cup of water and drank it all down. He sighed in relief as he felt the spicy feeling in his mouth subside.

"Is that better?" asked Paul.

John nodded his head in reply. Then, he began to take a scoop of stew into his mouth once more.

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While the older gypsies began to wash the dishes, Paul brought John into the caravan he and Michael lived in. The boy looked in awe at all of the things in front of him.

"Welcome to our home," said Paul. "I hope you like it."

"Home...." John repeated.

"It's not much, but we love it very much."

"Home...I wanna go home..."

John began to sob once more, as more tears fell down his face. Paul began to embrace the boy.

"It's alright," Paul whispered. "We're going to help you go home."

"Home..." John hiccuped. "Home..."

Paul went to the bed and pulled out one of the bedsheets, then he wrapped it around John and hugged him.

"My mom used to do this to me when I was scared." said Paul, stroking John's head. "She'd even give me some hot milk and sing me a song...

"Now, she's gone...but I'm alright. I have my dad and my brother to take care of me. Now, I have you...so don't cry, John. Don't cry..."

John sniffled and blinked his eyes. He nodded his head.

"Don't cry..." He repeated.

"That's right," said Paul. "Don't cry; crying won't get you anywhere."

"Don't cry...."

Paul nodded and hugged John tighter than ever, hoping to help alleviate any of the discomfort inside the heart of the alleged 'Son of the Moon'. Even if he wasn't however, Paul would never let anything hurt the boy.

Until then, the two would sit in the caravan in a gentle embrace, with a new morning awaiting them when they woke up from sleep.
Here it is! Chapter 2 is up!

Sorry for the delay but I hope this makes up for it!
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OH MAH JOHN THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE