Moonrise: Fantasy

Every evening he went to stand on the highest peak and watch the moon rise, as if that would somehow trigger the change in him. He knew well enough that it was determined from birth which children would be change-children, and most were happy enough with what they were. Always there were a few solid-children that wished for the adventures the change-children had, and a few change-children who longed for stability and home and hated to travel and were extremely reluctant fighters, but there were very rare. His mother worried. She was sure he'd gotten the longing from stories told about his father, who had been a change-child, and a very successful one. You get that sometimes, the head healers had told her, especially when the father dies before the child is old enough to truly know them. There's a longing there, that cannot be filled. But the world is too dangerous beyond our walls for most solid-children to survive long. True, now and then there would be a caravan of traders or news-seekers that included a solid or two, but those people always looked haunted or hunted. It was not a life that she wanted for her boy.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/seanmundy/9777087521/
Story potential: Medium-high potential
Notes: I like the way this implies a whole world, and a very perilous one at that. And of course he's going to go out in it, one way or another.