I hadn’t seen the moon since the day we came upon the creatures living on it.

They had already terrorized our ancestors and us for that matter. But we had found a way to save ourselves.

But this is what the invaders could never understand. They couldn’t comprehend why we wanted so badly to live. Why we wanted to be awake.

They treasured the silence. We were like nails on a chalkboard to them.

So they turned our moon away.

But to us, who had touched the moons surface, who had bounced on it, the moon would always belong to us.

Our small world, our satellite. We longed to gaze upon it again, but still, the invaders could never claim it.