The Moon’s Chosen

The first time Kiran sleepwalked into the forest, he awoke beneath a silver-lit sky with no memory of how he got there. Before him stood an ancient shrine, half-sunken in earth, its marble kissed by moonlight and vine. He should have been afraid. But he wasn’t.

A voice—soft, luminous—had whispered through the rustling leaves. You are seen. You are chosen.

When he returned home, the moon's mark shimmered faintly on his chest, a crescent barely visible, as if etched in light. Strange things began to happen after that. Water bent around him. Shadows followed his thoughts. He could quiet a crying child or shatter a stone, all by accident. Power, yes—but wild, untrained.

With every act, something shifted. A friend grew distant. A bird fell from the sky. A well dried up. The more he used his gift, the more things went missing or wrong. At first, he believed it was coincidence. Then, he tried to stop.

But the dreams returned—calling him back to the shrine. Each time, the voice grew more insistent: Embrace what you are. Or lose it forever.

Kiran was torn. Was this a blessing or a curse? The moon was gentle in the sky, but tides bowed to its pull. He stood at the edge of what he could become and feared what he might lose if he stepped fully into it.

One night, when a fire broke out in his village, Kiran acted. He called upon the gift. Rain poured from a clear sky. The flames died—but so did the crops in the days that followed. People began to whisper.

Witch. Monster. Cursed.

Kiran returned to the shrine, alone and heavy with doubt. He asked the moon for answers, for peace. But the moon offered no comfort, only clarity. Power misunderstood is power misused. Know yourself—or let it go.

He stayed for seven nights, listening. Learning. Feeling the pull of the gift, not to wield it—but to understand it.

When he returned, he came not as a savior, not as a god—but as Kiran. Just Kiran. Not all gifts are meant to shine. Some are meant to guide from the dark.

Theme: Sacrifice, identity, and misunderstood power.

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Author's Note: This story reflects the tension between identity and responsibility. Sometimes, what sets us apart is not what makes us special, but what challenges us to become who we truly are. If The Moon’s Chosen resonated with you, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Every comment or heart supports stories that speak from the shadows as much as the light. 🌙