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Silence echoed through the swamp as the seemingly moonless night proceeded on in its usual quiet manner. Save for the occasional call of the nocturnal creatures the swamp seemed almost dead in the darkness which seemed to ooze like the muck of the swamp over the old trees. Though it seemed something was not right, a creature who usually sleep as the sun did was wondering through the woods, causing a cacophony of sounds as it startled the other animals.

A young colt wondered along the edge of the swamp near the ending of the trees as he had for the past three nights. After the clouds had come in even the sun seemed to dull and this young one had been missing the now nonexistent moon. Pausing in his wondering to look up into the sky in hope the colt saw nothing, and looking at his hooves as he pawed the ground he wondered what he should do next. Glancing over the murky depths of the swamp the colt thought he saw something, something he had been hoping to see for many nights now. He thought he saw moonlight.

Dashing into the deeps of the swamp the young kimeti rushed toward the ray of moonlight as fast as he could. As he struggled through the thick water that the swamp contained he continued to look longingly upon the spot of land on the other side. The spot which contained his precious moonlight. Suddenly, as the wind began to rustle his fur, and the colt began to feel fear rise in his chest. Would he be to late to see his precious moon? He had to hurry, he worried the clouds would block the light before he could reach it. As he started to force his way through the muck once more, he felt his hove catch and found himself plummeting into the mud.

Unable to do anything as he felt his body sucked into the dark ooze that was known as the swamp he didn't feel worried, or scared. The young colt was simply sad, he had been hoping to see the moon so badly, but it seemed that he wouldn't get his chance. He didn't want to leave this place without seeing at least one last glimpse of it's silver glow. As the kimeti reached this decision he felt a burst of strength return to him and he struggled toward the direction he thought his light was, pulling himself upward as he moved. Feeling the swamp losing its pull around him, be burst up out of the muddy water and found himself standing on solid ground. Exhaustion and relief swiped over the soaked colt as he slowly pulled himself higher onto the small hill and found his way into the awaiting light.

As the gentle rise and fall of the kimeti's chest became steady and the deep embrace of sleep fell upon him, the young one thought once more of his beloved moon. Slowly opening his eyes to look up into the light the colt noticed something strange, it appeared that despite the lack of clouds above his head, the moon was still shadowed. Closing his eyes once more, the colt felt content, though a little confused, and reached for sleep. Before he fell into the depths of rest the colt found that his last thoughts were on the sight he had witnessed just moments before, that of the Shadowed Moon.