He's at Flanders Field, yet he doesn't know it. ^=^
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It was late at night, around ten or eleven. The moon was shining high above little Palindrome, sparkling like a pond in the middle of winter, before it froze. He could barely see the moon and its fantastic orbs because of the many clouds in the area about Dahlia de Mai, his new pack. Palindrome still did not understand why his mother had left him and his siblings all alone with Cercelee and Slay. It was very confusing for the little two month old. His mother had done everything for him; taught him his first language, German, taught him to read and loved him. Palindrome wondered why she would give up on them. He suspected it was because of something she had never told them and would never be able to, now that she was gone.
Palindrome surpressed a sigh and wandered closer toward an overgrown area. He saw tall, leaning rocks that had enscriptions written on them. The puppy wondered what this thing was. They were many of them; maybe even more then thirty of them. Palindrome wasn't the most curious of puppies, tending to step back and leave everything to Catalyst or Catharsis. He sat under one of the skinny rocks and looked back up at the moon. He was only curious when it came to academics or education and thought of the moon and stars as an exception. So, Palindrome was curious to what would happen if the moon fell and landed away from their Earth. He knew that no matter what happened, the world would miss its magnificent beauty. Or at least, Palindrome would.
"What a beautiful thing the moon is," Palindrome replied, then decided to try it out in English. "Beautiful... thing... moon ish," He stumbled over many of the words, skipping some as well. Palindrome sighed again. If only Anka had taught him English and German! He loved German but more people seemed to speak French or English. Palindrome promised himself that he would master every language there is one day.
German English