1 Sister Moon

This is written from an adult's POV so be warned and it uses Religious/Spiritual Folklore.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, the characters of Jack Frost, or Man in Moon. Also Chief Red Cloud is an real person from Native American history and he did write a poem/speech on the white man taking his land. The other stuff (unless it says otherwise) is probably my own. Also I do not really use the characters from the books (since I have not read them) and the movie may be changed slightly in this one, unlike my other story.

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As she looked out the window she wondered about the moon, English called the moon a man but her people called the moon, Sister. She laughed when she heard Jack telling the children of her small village that Man in Moon was his boss. The children all laughed at the name and when the older children got ahold of that information well, she laughed, children have ways of knowing what they shouldn't. They ran around shouting, "there is a man in Sister Moon!"

As her own son ran past her to tell her of his day and how much fun he had with Jack Frost, she laughed. "How is the old man now anyway?"

Her son laughed and cleverly said, "oh he is fine, ma, but he often asks for you. He tells us you were born so long before him that you must have met the first English in our land!"

"I did!" she cried and hugged her son tightly. "But they were nothing compared to dinosaurs!"

Her son was so much like his father; he had dark skin, black hair, and those big brown eyes that curved a little on the sides. He was a big man; tall with broad shoulders, his hair hung shorter than most of the men in the village but it was long enough that she could run her fingers through it and tug. She was so lost when he died but their son had made her strong.

Shortly after he was born her husband Thomas came running home and shouted, "The boy! Have you named him yet?" When she shook her head no, her eyes wide, and sweat still pouring down her face. He did not yell often and it scared her when he did. "I want to call him God! But I knew no one would like that name so I thought to call him Beast, then again what if he was small. People would think we hated him. Then Bull but it was too dumb a name for our son. So I tried to think of a name that fit the family we are making and I found it! So perfect, for a boy, born to a woman like you and a man like me!" She stared at him, hoping he wouldn't call her son something like Eagle, Tiger, Wolf, or some other wild animal name. She thought about what she would call him, looking into his big brown eyes.

"His name is Storm. For he will be mighty when others cower, he will bring light to the darkest nights, and his voice shall ring out over the people of the world. He is only a quarter white, almost a quarter Blackfoot, and just a little Apache from me. He is a full half Apache from you, his father and so he is rare and beautiful."

He looked at her with shock in his eyes, "Storm?" she nodded, "God, woman! I hate when you read my mind! Let me say it for once!" She giggled and he walked over to the bed sitting next to her legs looking onto his son for the first time.

"You took too long and you are so cute when you are mad. I have had a hard day, so has your son, why don't you kiss me and hold him for a minute?" She had said.

She remembered her son's birth so vividly and the joy of being kissed by him. She wasn't a tiny woman, she was 5'10" with broad shoulders, a wide full bust, smaller waist but not thin, and hips even wider than her chest but not past her shoulders. She was mostly legs when it came to her height, she could wear his pants but when it came to shirts they fell clear down to her mid-thigh. He made her feel small, and when his muscular arms wrapped around her and it shocked her how tightly he could grip her before she would squeak. He never hurt her but he was powerful. Her hair was much like her mother's; blonde, long, and curly. Her skin was dark but not like her father's more like a nice tan. She did have her father's eyes black/red/brown, round, and wise. They were not curved so she had the shape of her mother's eyes. She was not thirty-six yet but it was nearing and she wondered if she would ever grow up.

She looked at their son, he was small. Thomas had cursed him by saying that. His name was Storm Cloud Lamb. (Cloud after Chef Red Cloud who had wrote the most beautiful poem she had ever read about the people who took their land). Well she was only half of her son and husband's people the other half was the people who came later. Almost every person who came later. He was so normal, how was he her son!? She looked so different from the villagers and she almost moved away when her husband died, back to the hills of Arkansas! She loved the wonder that came with living here though. They were more excepting and they paid more for her as a teacher.

Her son jumped up distracting her from her thoughts, which he did any time she drifted in too deep. Depression was too easily her master. She smiled at him, "hello my good little man. I was just visiting my own little world for a moment."

"Shall I have to call you out by your name, ma?" Storm smiled up at her.

"I think not!" She said back.

"Sun Rise Lamb!" he called out anyway. Her name was given by her father. The irony of it, Sun was a man and she was named for him! The moon was a woman and Jack called her Manny. What a world!

She picked him up and took him to bed, Sister Moon shown through his window watching him get tucked into bed and Sun smiled.

The story was so old but she loved telling it.

This is a true Native American story not original! Though, it is written from memory so forgive me if you know the story and I mess it up.

You see the Sun is a man; he had long golden hair that flowed out strong and warm. He was handsome and kind. He met two sisters, Earth and Moon. Earth and Moon both fell in love with Sun but Moon kept quiet. She did not know how to express her love and she was shy. Earth was also the older sister and her beautiful dark skin and blue hair made Sun fall in love. Moon had silver hair and eyes that watched as Sun warmed Earth and showered her with love. She was so hurt that she turned away from her sister and her lover, Sun. Sun eventually gave Earth a gift, a child. They called him Sunshine. Sunshine helped the people come to be and the green to form. That is why we call Sun, Father Sun, Earth, Mother Earth, and Moon, Sister Moon. That is also why she turns away from us. She looks back hoping that Sun will come to her but she weeps silently over us, the creation of God and her sister.

Storm looked to the moon, "I am sorry, Sister Moon! You need to be stronger and say when you love someone! My momma did and she found my pa. You can find a new love, and if you wait I will gladly come be with you. I will also tell Jack not to call you Manny anymore," he said then drifted quickly into sleep. Seven year olds are so cute that way!

Sun sat on the floor staring up at the moon until she felt like she was looking into a gray eyed woman's face. I am not your Sun but I am glad for you to light the darkness and to be here for my son, Sun thought. She just hoped that the moon would not take her son up on his offer of joining her when he was older.