Chapter One

Awoken by a ray of soft light that stole into his bedroom, Joe made a yawn under the blanket. He stretched out a hand and pressed a button beside the bed to summon his servant as he cast a lazy look out of the half open window: in the grey sky of Magic Moon, two graceful birds with rainbow tails were wheeling through the air, escorting Dragon Eye to rise above the horizon.

Doodle, a man with a cat’s face in a black livery, entered the door with a silver tray of neatly folded clothes on one of his hands—or paws.

“Good morning, Master.” The cat bowed his head, put down the tray on the bedside table, and opened the window wider to brighten up the somber room.

“Morning, Doodle.” Joe made another yawn, pushed the blanket to the side, and sat up. When he caught sight of the clothes on the tray, a deep frown crept into his face. “No, no, no, those won’t do! Today is an important day! I need to go to see the Goddess for a consultation. Fetch me something better so that I can present myself decently.”

Without delay, Doodle went out. Two minutes later, he came back in, holding a white robe with golden embroidery and puffed sleeves—the one that Joe always wore for special events.

Joe got off the bed, put on the robe, and shuffled to the full-length mirror beside a basin stand. He rubbed away the lingering fatigue from his light brown eyes, combed his auburn hair with a soft brush, and cleaned his face with a warm wet towel served by Doodle. A good five minutes later, he moved out to the sitting room for breakfast.

Joe seated himself in a tall chair at the dining table, on which laid some fresh fruits, poached eggs, and a basket of bread. Doodle poured some tea for Joe before sitting down on a small chair at a far corner of the table.

As usual, Joe took a small sip from his cup before darting a glance at Doodle, waiting for him to start their conversation of the day, only with more impatience this morning.

Doodle swallowed his first bite of food in a hurry. “Ahem, Master Joe, may I know what this consultation is about that you are seeking from the Goddess?”

“Of course, not that it’s anything of a servant’s concern.” Joe put on airs in his habitual way that he knew had lost effect. “Well, the thing is, I dreamt of Jasmine again last night. She just can’t stop bugging me with her dreams and troubles. And this time ...” He paused for suspense.

“Really!” Doodle widened his eyes. “What did Princess Jasmine tell you this time, Master Joe?”

“You can’t believe it if I tell you! She asked me to go down to Earth to take care of her daughters for a whole Moon day!”

“Really?” Doodle seemed genuinely curious now. “But why? How come? What happened?”

Joe was satisfied with the cat’s reaction. It was not fair for him to bear the anxiety alone. If he had to do what was asked of him by Jasmine, Doodle would have to join him anyway. “As you know, it will be my father’s birthday in two days. The whole family are invited to the party, even the guards. All of them but me!” Joe thumped the table with a fist before he took a deep breath to regain his composure. “If Jasmine and Bruce don’t show up, the King will investigate their whereabouts and uncover their secret in no time, so they have no choice but to attend the party. In the meantime, their daughters need to be looked after by someone, who, according to Jasmine, would be me.”

“It sounds like a reasonable request from a trusting sister, Master. But it’s my duty to remind you that every day up here on Magic Moon is equivalent to one whole year down there on Earth.”

“Yeah, I know! That’s why it troubles me so. I don’t want to spend that long—an entire year on Earth—to take care of two little human beings whom I barely know!”

“But you know them, Master Joe. I mean, we both know the two little girls well. It was only last week that we were invited there and spent a whole month together with Princess Jasmine’s family. I have to admit that it was a remarkably happy time for me.”

“Happy for you maybe, but not for me.” Joe grimaced. “I was tricked to learn how to cook, how to put the girls to bed, how to do shopping, how to have a polite conversation with their human neighbors, how to use a cellphone and a computer, and even how to drive a car. All those things are of no use to me!”

“My guess is that while Princess Jasmine enjoyed the sweet vacation with you, she also made it an opportunity to prepare you for the task of looking after your nieces.”

“Yeah, of course that was the reason,” Joe grumbled in despondency. “Who wants to spend a real vacation with me?”

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s obvious that she really cares about you and loved the time spent together with you. You are the only one to whom she confided her secret after all.”

“Whatever!” Joe shrugged off Doodle’s words, unwilling to acknowledge the truth in there. “Moreover, if we go down to Earth, we will age like those human beings! I will have lines in my face and probably gain weight. It’s unbearable! I may be a bastard, but I have the best looks in the family!”

“I have to point out that, Master Joe, you are over concerned about your appearance. Your beauty is impossible to be marred by one year’s time on Earth; there’s no doubt about that!”

“Well ...” Joe was somewhat relieved. “I still have to consult with the Goddess. She is the one I trust the most. If she thinks it’s the right thing to do, I will do it.”

Doodle seemed in doubt. “Are you sure? I mean, Master Joe, you must think it through before you disclose such critical information to anyone else. It may put your sister’s happiness to jeopardy.”

“Doodle, you have forgotten your place! How can you talk about the Moon Goddess in this way? You question her trustworthiness or the quality of her advice? She cares about me and will never hurt anyone that I care about!” In furious defense of the deity he worshiped, Joe forgot to mention the more important reason for the visit. “Now finish your breakfast and prepare for the trip!”

**

Once the coach pulled by a dozen seagulls was thoroughly cleaned by Doodle, Joe climbed into the cushioned seat and took out a small mirror to scrutinize himself again. He wanted to be perfect in front of the Goddess—the deity of justice and beauty who could turn a life into a statue and sustain her youth for eternity. Joe was more than her admirer; he loved her as a mother that he’d never had, as a woman with unparalleled allure, and as his idol with the influence that he dared not dream to gain.

Not long after the coach started, Joe put down the mirror and watched out of the small window. On both sides of the road stood rows and rows of magnificent orange mansions with dragons sculptured on the flying rafters and deities painted on the walls. They were passing the wealthiest and most influential commoner region, where people in orange silky robes were mainly scholars and artists. The finest of them provided consulting, artwork, and entertaining service to the royals. Some of them were so popular that they were almost as worshipped as the Goddess. Joe’s humble villa was located on the edge of the royal golden zone but not far from here. Although he considered it a huge shame to live out of a palace, living in such proximity to the most stylish group of people—the Orangers—did give him a glow of satisfaction.

Half an hour later, the coach passed by red zone where more than half of the well-appointed redbrick buildings served as shops. Here people in fine red coats were mainly merchants. Some of them dealt directly with the royals, supplying them with the best food, clothes, jewelry, and other luxury items.

When the coach drove through yellow, purple, and green zones, Joe didn’t bother to look out anymore. Those were merely uninteresting places full of run-of-the-mill buildings designed with nothing but pragmatism in mind. The Yellowers and Purplers were different types of workers in different phases of production process before final products were collected by the Redders for sale, and the Greeners were farmers who provided the whole planet with grains, vegetables, and fruits.

Once they reached blue zone, the poorest territory where the majority of residents were miners, Joe couldn’t help looking out again. There were children chasing after the coach, begging for food and money. He loathed the filthiness of the unsightly scene outside, but his heart ached hearing the kids’ crying. He raised a hand to signal to Doodle; the cat immediately started to hand out the leftover of their unfinished breakfast—carefully wrapped in small bags—to the youngest kids out of the window.

One of them—a cute little boy of about six or seven, who finally got a bag of food—stopped to catch his breath and enjoy his hard-earned breakfast. But before he could even open the bag, a big teenage boy snatched it from his hand and finished the food in three big bites. Caught off guard, the little boy stood frozen. When he saw the empty bag thrown away and the big boy turn on his heel to take off, he sank down to the floor, starting to cry, “G-give me back m-my food ...”

“Damned!” cursed Joe. “I hate to pass here!” The Goddess set her silver palace not far from blue zone on the opposite end of the Moon to the dragons, so he had to cross all the six regions to reach her.

Joe fished out a few coins from his pocket and handed them to Doodle. “Give these to that boy, and make sure that no one rob him this time.”

With a big smile splitting his face, Doodle got off the coach and walked to the boy who now stopped sobbing and stared at the approaching figure with fear. As Doodle gently slipped the coins into his palm, he stood up and bowed deeply at the cat with tears of gratefulness rolling down his cheeks.

Watching him from the coach, Joe felt a lump in his throat; now he was almost glad that they had to travel across this hell of a place today.

“What a lovely kid,” muttered Doodle who still couldn’t take his eyes off the boy even as the coach started again. “Too bad that he was born in the unfortunate zone.”

“Too bad that so many of us were not born royals”—Joe grunted—“legitimate royals!”