Arriving at the entrance of the ancient temple the white rabbit covered his ears. Shattering glass from a high-pitched vibration he leaped away from a falling chandelier.

“I must find our beloved Harvest Moon."

The white rabbit said to himself. With stern affirmation, a dark fog churned then into the vortex he was consumed.

He stopped at the entrance of the temple courtyard; everyone was frozen like statues.

"What has she done to all of you?"

He cried, then pulled out a magic rune deflecting a hail of daggers. The white rabbit looked up at a floating cocoon and saw the shadow witch hovering over the temple roof. Pale skin and veins glowing red, she was draped in a black tattered robe. With a sinister look and a Crown of Fire on her head the shadow witch spoke.

“White rabbit, white rabbit the Harvest Moon is dead!"

The white rabbit took leaped back then cried out.

"This cannot be so!"

Then he pulled from his bag a magic scroll and read the words written in gold.

"I ask the wind to protect me from this dark magic despair"

Then he conjured a circle of trees in a water globe. The witch streaked across the air and swung around her jet-black hair. Then she commanded an infestation of spiders to climb inside the trees and explode. Barricading himself inside a magic bubble he was protected from the onslaught of shrapnel. The white rabbit grabbed the water globe, leaped into the air, and disappeared in a puff of amber smoke. The shadow witch pulled out a blood-red pearl and murmured an incantation.

"Clever white rabbit, I shall find you in the invisible world"

The white rabbit snapped his fingers then magically appeared behind her. He snatched off the Crown of Fire from her head then whispered the following words.

"How dare you use dark magic on me!"

She jumped in fear spinning around, then summoned a devil hound. The white rabbit raised the water globe and merged it with the crown. A shock wave of light pulsated in the air then the witch menacingly yelled.

“Take him down!”

The white rabbit saw in his peripheral view the hound lunge to attack. But he was too cunning for this, with a symbolic wave and a vigorous slash the hound was severed in two.

The shadow witch glared, then cried out.

“We shall meet again white rabbit; I promise you I'll be back!”

Then she summoned a fiery cauldron and vanished with a blinding flash.

The white rabbit ran inside the temple and approached the Harvest Moon. He stared with eyes full of tears and sorrow at a beautiful princess with hair long and blue. A beautiful creature he so desired, the love he had for her was true. He opened his bag and pulled out the globe which was now encased with the Crown of Fire.

"I brought you a gift from the shadow witch"

Then he smashed the globe and with a flash of light, the Crown of Fire was finally free. The white rabbit held the princess and spoke.

"I have always served you because I love you and now, I command you to come back to life!"

Then he placed the Crown of Fire on her head igniting a ring of light. The white rabbit looked down to see the Harvest Moon Princess opening both of her eyes.

Sitting by herself on the roof of a building a little girl stood up and tossed a penny over the ledge. As it plummeted to the earth she raised her head and marveled at the beautiful sky. Then she walked back inside and laid on her bed then heard the sounds of sirens. She looked out her window to the streets below and wondered what in the world could be happening. People were gathering and cars were honking so she headed down to watch the show. She took the elevator down to the lobby, stepped outside onto the bustling street, then looked up at the ledge where she was sitting.
Directly in front of her, a crowd was hovering over a body lying on the concrete. There was blood everywhere and people were crying as the paramedics arrived at the scene. Someone began anxiously describing that they witnessed a horrible thing. "The poor man was innocently walking, then something small fell from the sky, hitting him on the head killing him instantly." She looked up at the ledge in shock and disbelief then stepped back inside and ran through the lobby. She took the elevator back to the roof and walked to the ledge of the building. "That man is dead because of me, what have I done? This can't be happening! How can you **** a person with a penny? I guess gravity can be unforgiving, this isn't real, I have to be dreaming, am I still on my bed quietly sleeping? I guess we'll find out there's no time for grieving! — she frantically thought to herself. She then reached in her pocket, then leaped off the ledge, with a handful of pennies she waved goodbye to the world.

The year was 1751. The night was darker than normal, the moon was covered by clouds. A woman's scream echoed off the trees,
a pack of wolves began to howl. In a cottage near the old road, Ciadentria held her aunt's arm tightly. With watery eyes and hands covered in blood, the room was lit by the candle glow.

Aunt Mesodeni looked up and said excitedly.

"Congratulations! You have three healthy boys! You must be proud!"

Triplets were born that night. Ciadentria looked at the three innocent faces and whispered.

"My enlightened ones, welcome to your brand new life."

Then gasping for air Ciadentria held her babies close to her chest then slowly closed her eyes. Moments later the proud mother of three drifted away and died.

With flowing tears, Mesodeni put a sheet over Ciandentria. She then looked at the beautiful children and noticed each of them had a birthmark on the back of their lower necks.

"Sweet babies your momma is gone, but I am here. I name you Vini, Vidi, and Vici."

Then she lifted them up wrapped them in blankets and laid them in a wooden crib.

"Oh Ciadentria how we miss you already, I promise to give them a glorious life."

She kissed her forehead pulled over the sheet then blew out the candlelight.

The End

One windy day the storm clouds came and blew the pages away. A book about presumptuous children who were lost in mediocrity. As the flickering reel of images flashes with burning waves, memories riddled with shame sunk into the ocean of flames. That is when the seducer of old cast his soul into me, into a river he fell, into the rivers of hell.

From page to page the pen runs red with ink, as we drift into the darkness will you remember me? The final chapter is left for you to read, I close my eyes and say your name, then conjure you a king. Next to a fire wrapped in a blanket a beautiful smile follows a kiss. A flickering light across her face, with poison on her lips. He slumped to the ground gasping for air, then death took his breath.

The serpent of false dreams forces men to crawl. A misplaced faith brings misery as kingdoms and nations fall. Into the burning windmill, the windmill of spinning dreams. As it burns a hole in your soul, will you believe what you see?