Note: Now, to finish this story, I made this, a poem.

Extra: Under the Moonlight.

It was a peaceful night on Fine Fields. Someone was passing there. In his hands were one of his most precious objects, a petal of a flower. He was staring at the divine moon.

Once upon a time

in a realm in the sky

there was an insect queen,

and her servant,

an arachnid being.

The ruler was graceful,

nice, fair and beautiful;

a very great leader,

a truly loved ruler.

She found a mirror,

hung it on her wall,

looked at her reflection

on the mirror in the hall.

She started to act weird,

like if she wasn't herself,

the servant wonder

what happened to her?

She became cruel and heartless,

her heart faded in darkness.

Her people feared her,

by her, they suffered;

in a last ditch effort,

they sent a seed of hope.

The servant saw their plan,

he told it to her highness;

she sent him to a quest:

kidnap the chosen one.

He did what she ordered,

or he thought he did ,

he captured the wrong dude,

then he discovered

that the hero was next to him.

The servant afraid,

called his queen for aid;

what he didn't expected

was she blasting him away

with her powerful scepter,

because he had failed.

She decided to take care

of the hero, by herself.

She had schemes and plans

for the hero's world;

she fusion with the plant

that was the seed of hope.

She wanted both worlds

and became a goddess,

but the hero would not

let his world be taken.

The queen was powerful,

but still got defeated

by the hero, her people,

a king, and her servant.

Beautiful sleepy flower,

sleeping under the moonlight,

I can't blame you, never,

it never was your fault.

The mirror,

the mirror on the wall,

had turned you evil,

by gazing at the mirror,

the mirror of the hall.

Melancholic naive flower,

sleeping under the moonlight,

when the mirror shattered,

you went on rampage, why?

On a beautiful night,

returned the monarch;

before the breaking dawn,

someone must win the fight.

The servant tried to reasoning,

but the ruler cannot hear him,

she cannot hear no longer,

she got lost in her disorder.

The former queen turned

into a pitiable husk,

filled with multiple hosts

and can't remember

her true form.

A voice tried to help her

but then ended silent.

She tried everything to beat

the hero of the lower

world, but the hero, he

managed to defeat her.

She now ended

sleeping forever.

Ever sleeping flower

under the moonlight,

you will be remembered,

by me, the servant...

A/N: If you read all the way to this chapter on the same day I published this story, congratulations!

Well here the story ends. Now I'll concentrate on finishing KPotS. I'm so far away of finishing, but I'll probably post the next chapter the next week.

I know I'm not good at poetry.

I hope you like this story.

Bye!