Enticed

1.2 billion years. For 1.2 billion years has the moon mysticized the race of humans. At her full shine, the brightest of her moonlight will hypnotize any living creature whose eyes watched her closely. She will capture their hearts, and make them illuminated. Her own glare. Her own shine. The graceful succubus. Selene. There are human races. Races alright. But, there are also races. We are this race. The Illuminated. The Captivated. Moon's own little mirrors. It is not our difference that makes as special. Not our powers. We don't need wings. We don't need chivalry. We are not fantasy. It is our own grace that makes us different. The grace we refract and reflect from the moon is our very own grace. God's grace that he spread through the moon. His way of showing how graceful everything he made is for 1.2 billion years. I am just one of our race. I am just here to find the others like me. To belong. There was once a legend about Selene falling in love with a human and made love to him. The only thing was, all this time he has to stay asleep. Forever. We are her children... the Children of The Moon.