The king asked "How did you talk to the moon?"

Pretty said "I utilized a Spectra-Physics diode-pumped infrared neodymium laser, yielding an effective 1.8 beam-terawatts per steradian. I guided it with a GOTO system cannibalized from a Orion Dobsonian reflector, and aimed at the corner-cube reflectors left behind by Apollo 11. I modulated the laser with pulse-code modulation at a 100 megahertz clock frequency, with full parity checking plus CRC-16."

The king asked "And what did the moon say to you?"

Pretty said "The moon reported signal strength, transit time, libration, and relative velocity based on the Doppler shift."

Thank YOU Sorour ;)

In your begining, I directly saw an importance of the "mysterious" side of your character so I wanted to use it ! I was not expecting you would like the end, I didn't even think about it actually so maybe I should :)

I'm going to give it a try!

The king was sleeping now and maybe dreaming about what happened this night, what he had see.

Pretty was now outside, facing the starts and the Moon. We could see happiness in her eyes, kindness through her mouth. She had a secret, and people were starting to discover it but she didn't want to because it would not be a secret anymore. She was walking in the forest near the castle. She walked, and walked and walked again. The silent was everywhere, no sound. Pretty finally came on a montain. She could see the forest she had passing through and, there was the castle. It seemed so far from her but still huge, and everything was beautiful. The Moon was still here, but the Sun was slowly waking up. Pretty knew it was HER moment, her last night. She looked back at the castle, at her neighboor's houses, at the forest. A bird passed in front of her, it sang a little, a lovely sound in Pretty's ears. She was breathing for the last time.

She looked for the last time at the Moon and finally disapeared. The sun was at the top of the sky, taking the place of the Moon.

When the king woke up, he took a look at the sky and thought again about his strange night. And for all the next nights he lived, his eyes were looking at the sky, the sky where we could see the Moon. She was looking at the castle like if she was taking care of the village. The neighboors and the king was now sure : Pretty was different.

She answered : "Dear king, you are saying something really strange, aren't you? You said I can talk to the moon? But who said that? No one can do that and me neither, I don't have super power."

The king added : "Some of your neighboor." *what a mysterious girl, he thought, I knew it was impossible but they were so sure about her.*

"And you trust them? You are crazy Sir. And by the way, you have a really lovely castle, thank you for invited me." She said.

The king offered to "Pretty" a boal of soup for the dinner. She started to take the spoon and then eat the king's meal. They continued to talk and the king finally asked her again about the moon : "Do you know why these people say you can talk to the moon?"

"No, I don't. However, I suppose they have an awesome and crazy imagination."

Suddenly, the light in the castle changed. The sun left so quick. And the moon appeared. The king and "Pretty" had a look at the window. When the king looked again through the table, "Pretty" was not here anymore. He was wondering where she had left, and how was she gone so fast? He took another look at the window, seeing the moon. This night particularly, the moon was so big and so white. The king had a cute smile on his face, he was more and more curious about this girl. He took his spoon again and finish his meal, alone.

(I'm happy to edit a comment for the first time ahah)

So I just wanted to post my own version of the "end" before reading the other comments. I didn't want to be inspire or kind of. Guys you wrote really interesting and lovely stories, and Sorour, thanks a lot for this discussion. I love that! Hope It won't be too bad :)