Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #19 October 2015 | Page 59

Clearing his throat, he hummed at first to make
sure he was on key. Then, he began singing a song his
grandfather taught him.
“Long ago on the forgotten sea,
My truest love crossed the shore to find me.
Long ago when I was but one and twenty,
My truest love broke the spell that blinded me.
Long ago…”
About to sing more of the next verse, Brandon
stopped and turned on his heels. He could have sworn
he heard the strange voice again, but this time, it
seemed in tune with his song. Impossible, he thought.
There can’t be anyone out there. Can there?
***
Luna never meant to call the young sailor to
her, but she loved to sing, and couldn’t help herself. In
the dark of midnight, she bathed in the moonlight and
sang to the old moon goddess in a prayer of longing.
She thought she was alone when she sang the words:
“Goddess of the Night, please hear my prayer.
Bring me a hero worthy of my heart,
And I will love him like the sea loves the sun.
Dear Goddess, let me swim to him,
And together, we will be free.”
It wasn’t until she saw the boat slowly approaching from behind that Luna realised she wasn’t
alone. She was lying on a smooth, silver rock and
didn’t feel like jumping back into the ocean just yet,
but the boat was a problem. Her grandmother had told
her not to risk being seen by humans, especially those
with boats. But as the big wooden ship drew closer,
she found herself drawn in by curiosity and couldn’t
seem to leave the rock.
That’s when she saw him standing by the edge
of the bow. He was beautiful with moonlit brown hair,
and he was s