Grandma's Melodies
Last Stand
You stand strong, just as you chose to. Steeling your spirit, you plant your heels in the cool, tickle-your-toes kind of grass. You feel strong and ready, even as your heart thumps loudly in your chest. It's showtime and you're not going anywhere. The monster now has your full attention as you pour all your defiance into a brave stare upward.
The monster comes your way. Even the earth seems to tremble at his each step. What was a bit unsure before now looms large and scary. He's growing stronger, you can tell. The last bit of shiny silver light is gulped down into his dark mouth. It is frightening to see him feed off the moon and swell in power. But you're not going to back down, oh no.
You start your melody; a challenging spell song passed down by loving grandma. Her magic jam fuels every note you sing. It's then you find that you're not just singing. You're holding up a fight against a massive, scary beast. Every note becomes a part of a protective cloak around you.
Unless you do something, the moon's comforting glow will be gone forever. The dark creeps in, blocking your view of the stars. It's a hard tug-of-war - you're battling a scary beast and back-to-back intriguing star showers. Your heartbeat amplifies with this tug in your chest, feelings welling into tight channels of sorrow.
You draw a shuddering breath, beat rises in the song at the rustle of stars. You won't let this be your defeat. You keep singing, even though you're growing tired. As much as you want to win, this battle is bigger than that. This isn't just for you but for future heroes too. Could your spirited stand inspire others to dare the darkness, too? Perhaps it can.
The sky is nearly devoid of the moon and surprise - it's full of your bravery. Your entire being glistens with resolve, shining brighter. You know you need to trust in the magic of your grandma's jam and the power in your music note-filled defiance. The fight will be hard, but you're ready. Finally, you surge forward, armed with your magic melody and the last of grandma's spiced courage jam, with every intention of freeing the moon.