The Red Moon: Moon Rising

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The Red Moon:
Moon Rising
J .M. LYONS
Copyright © 2012 J. M. Lyons
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 1497595746
ISBN-13: 9781497595743
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my family and friends who believed I could do
it. I love you all for believing in me.
CONTENTS
1
Graduation
2
The Party
3
The Meeting
4
The Tribes
5
Train Me
6
The Scroll's
7
Evil Is Near
8
Great Sadness
9
You Will Not
Win
10
The Quest
1 GRADUATION

I just stood there frozen; unable to move my feet; unable to find
the courage to move forward. I slowly began to move my feet,
which did not want to let go of the ground. Thoughts were running
like freight trains in my head, so many memories of being here
at this old school. Thinking of all the people that I've met, the bleak
memories of my mom on my very first day of grade school on the
other side of the small baseball field, and my dad coming to
school because my grades were starting to fall. No matter what
the memory; here I am, about to leave this place forever. I held my
slow but now steady stride toward the front of the line. I slowly
peeked over my shoulder to see my family but I couldn't see
anyone.
My nerves felt like it was about to come out of my mouth;
then it was my turn.
"Miss Mia Dawson." Principle Meyers called out over the
microphone, as I stood there staring across the room, full of
families and friends. My stomach turned with the ring of my
name in the loud speakers; butterflies fluttered making it harder
for my feet to move, as I took my final steps towards Principal
Meyers extended hand. "Yes!" I said, softly as I grabbed my rolled
up piece of paper with one hand, while shaking his with the other.
"Good job; Miss Dawson, it's been a fun four years". Principal
Meyers said with a huge smile. "Yes, it was." I replied with a smile
of my own, as I slowly walked across the stage.
I continued forward keeping in line as the next name was
called; I slightly turned to the left and
did a two thumbs up. "Woo
hoo, yeah; that's my sister." I heard Tuckers loud voice above all
the cheering. "Oh god; Tucker, really." I murmured, while still
trying to hold my smile. As I continued down the old termite eaten
steps of the stage I couldn't help but adore all the cheering; the
cheering that was for my classmates and I. When the last person
finally got his certificate the entire class erupted into the loudest
ball of screaming teenagers that I have ever heard. Then without
even a cue they threw their caps into the air filling it with black and
gold tassels.
Screams and cheers filled the little gymnasium echoing out
it's small double doors into the hall; right out the front doors which
opened into a small parking lot that was normally reserved for
school staff; but on this day, it was filled with old beat up trucks
and rusty small cars belonging to the families of those who
graduated. "Aah, sounds like it's all over brothers; so are we ready
to go; I've got a party to look good for." Jim said, as he threw his
hands in the air trying to get their attention. "Hum. Not sure I think
Jon might want to hang out a little longer. I think he's waiting for
something; or maybe someone." Steve teased with his brows
raised, chuckling as he bumped his broad shoulders into Jon's.
"Um; yeah I guess." Jon smiled, letting his brown eyes fall to

the ground before it met Steve teasing glare.

 

"Hey look; I know you wanted to wait for Mia and all, you

 

know, to give her those."
Steve began, as he motioned to a bunch

 

of red roses sitting on the bench seat of his old busted pick up.

 

"But don't you think you should be in there; instead of out here."

 

Steve pointed to the closed doors of Hillside High. "Yeah; I guess,

 

but I don't know if I should." Jon said shrugging his shoulders.

 

"Well, we're sure not going to be here, at this place for nothing."

 

Steve said, and in one sweeping motion he grabbed the roses up

 

out of the truck, and headed up the steps and through the doors

 

before Jon could say a single word.

 

As we all gave each other hugs and kisses it felt so good to

 

know that all of our hard work as high school students finally paid

 

off.
We were finally going to enter the world of adult hood.
The
thought sort of scared me, knowing that in a few short months I'd

 

be going to college, finding a job.
I even entertained the thought

 

of having my own family; and one day standing here

 

congratulating own daughter as she graduated.
I shivered at the

 

thought that I would be worried about things like this on such a

 

day.

 

"Oh my god, Mia. We're finally done with all this. No more

 

school, no more homework, no more cheer practices, nothing."

 

Nadia screamed in complete utter happiness. "Yeah, isn't that the

 

truth." I said, trying my best to sound as happy as she was. This

 

might be among the happiest moment in her life; and it could be

 

very well the same for many others here; but for me I wasn't all

 

that sure. The pressures of being an adult, college, finding a job,

 

leaving home. It was all just sinking in. My heart dropped at the

 

thought of leaving my dad, and my brother.
I swallowed hard as I

 

followed my classmates out of the gym.

 

As the screaming crowd reached the main doors of the

 

school; I noticed someone standing at the corner of the last locker.

 

I slowed my walk a little, and oddly enough I felt stunned. I had

 

this weird feeling that he was there for me. As I got closer he

 

smiled. "Congratulations, Mia." Steve said, crouching a little to
give me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I took notice right off that his

 

one hand was firm behind his back. As he pulled back I reached

 

over and tugged his massive arm, which he gladly let it to fall

 

forward.
I took a few steps back. "Um, these are for you." He said

 

with a smile. Steve was a big guy; big in all the right places. He

 

was one of those jock types, a type that I never took any interest

 

in; but he surely was good looking. He stood tall, shoulders that

 

were so broad, arms that you just couldn't ignore, brown shoulder

 

length hair, with round light brown eyes; and sometimes when the

 

sun shone bright, his eyes would change colors.

 

"Oh, wow." I said, stunned at the site of such lovely roses.
I

 

slowly accepted the roses from Steve hands. "These are

 

absolutely beautiful." I said, as I slowly looked back at Steve.
I felt

 

my face flush with warmth, as I cracked a small smile.
"Ah ha.

 

You would like them." Steve said with a big smile from ear to ear.

 

"No wonder Jon picked them." He continued, still smiling. "Jon?" I

 

said, nearly choking on the word. "Um yeah, he's out front." Steve

 

said, motioning to the front doors that were now wide open with a

 

sea of black and gold gowns flowing through them. "What." I said

 

loudly.
I quickly looked around to see who was near, and to my

 

delight, no one noticed that I stopped and kept moving with the
crowd out the door. "Wait, I'm just the delivery boy, that's it." Steve

 

said, as he began backing up in protest. "No, I'm sorry Steve. That

 

came out wrong. I love the flowers." I said catching myself. "Yeah;

 

yeah you can go tell him." He said, turning towards the door

 

himself. We both reached the steps at the same time, as the rest

 

of my classmates poured out into the parking lot.

 

I continued forward down the steps slowly letting my eyes

 

adjust to the unusual crowd of old cars and trucks closed in by a

 

sea of cheering people. I looked around for Steve's old rusted

 

truck that Jon and I had spent so many nights cruising in, around

 

our small quiet town. It was parked under the huge pine tree that

 

sat just beyond the crowded parking lot, where Jon and I first met

 

so many years ago. Jon stood average height, long black hair that

 

fell midway down his back. He always wore it braided. He said

 

that his mom insisted that it stayed that was; although, I really

 

didn't care it made him look even better. He had dark brown eyes,

 

were at times you would think it was black. He had a lighter skin

 

tone then the rest of his friends but it didn't make him any less of a

 

native then the rest of us.

 

It wasn't so hard to believe that Jon and I dated for a while;

 

since I started middle school. Although it was a hard pill to
swallow for some, especially for my brother Tucker who was

 

friends with Jon. So I guess it was always in the cards for us to

 

date, but it wasn't meant to be. We broke up about a year or two

 

later. He was your average all around good guy. He always

 

wanted to help people out, he always spoke very softly, he made

 

friends everywhere he went.
But when he got mad, boy watch

 

out; he was a force to be reckoned with; well I guess you could

 

say that about all of them. They always had their own little crew;

 

and it seemed that no one else could be a part of it.

 

Jon sat in the front seat of Steve's old truck staring at me.

 

Our eyes met for the first time in a year; he sat there watching me

 

with his beautiful brown eyes. "Mia, Mia, Mia...." Jasmine called

 

out, stopping me in my tracks. "Can you sign my yearbook?" I

 

stood still for a bit still staring back at Jon. I looked down at the

 

roses that were so red it almost looked like the color of blood. I

 

looked back up at Jon, and slowly moved my lips into a silent,

 

"Thank you." He nodded his head as if to say you're welcome. I

 

looked down and signed Jasmines yearbook; and when I looked

 

back up again, Steve's old truck was pulling away from the parking

 

lot on to the road way. I smiled at the roses, grateful that it was his

 

gift to me.
"Hey! There you are; I thought I lost you for a second in the

 

endless sea of black and gold." Dad laughed, rather hard as he

 

leaned in for a kiss. I think his laughing was his way of hiding his

 

want to cry.
He did the exact same thing when Tucker finished

 

high school too.
"Congratulation, Mia baby." He said, hugging me

 

so hard it nearly left me breathless. "Ugh; squeezing, hard, too

 

hard." I said, gasping for whatever air I could get. "Sorry baby, I

 

can't help it. It was a moment that I couldn't pass up." He said,

 

with a softer sad voice. "You don't need to be so gushy dad." I

 

said with a smile. "Yeah, even though there's about a hundred

 

other dad's doing the exact same thing." He said sarcastically,

 

while casually looking around at the crowd.

 

The feeling of happiness was overwhelming as it exuded from

 

the crowd in a ray of smiles and laughter. Yet when things should

 

feel so happy, you still felt the sadness too.
The sadness of

 

leaving it all behind and starting new. New friends for those who

 

were going to leave town, new teachers for those who were going

 

to college, new places for those who wanted to start a new life far

 

away from the Weeping Mountains. You see everyone laughing

 

and cheering but you also notice the long silent goodbyes with the

 

promises that you'll keep in touch. Weird, sweet sorrow I guess.
I mean it isn't every day that you graduate from high school.

 

I've met some interesting characters here at Hillside High and

 

many great teachers. I've made lots of friends, and managed to

 

become the VP of Hillside High's cheer leading squad. I won't say

 

that it was a bad thing, but I did enjoy my long solo walks in the

 

forest; my quite time dad called it. But, I knew that for most of my

 

classmates they couldn't wait to get out of town; and who knows

 

for some, maybe to never look back.

 

"You did it baby, you did it." Said a beautiful well dressed,

 

thin, almond skinned women, with full long, thick red hair. It

 

happened so fast, that at first I didn't even know who I was looking
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