Moon Shadows Prologue

So, as is my custom I am posting the prologue to the book I am currently working on here.

Enjoy.

They came from the cities, the fields, the forests, the mountains. They did not follow the moon or the sun. They did navigate the stars, would not have if they knew how. They used roads only as long as the roads were moving in the same direction they were travelling. They did not know where they were going, but they walked in the direction they were called.
The journey would take some of them weeks to complete, as they came from farther away. Even the closest took days to reach the journey’s end. They did not stop to eat or to drink or to sleep. They were sustained by something beyond them so that they were not troubled by bodily concerns.
In the moment, they could not say why they were doing travelling. Afterwards, they would not remember doing so. They gathered because they had to gather.
A small trickle of individuals became a stream, which eventually joined other streams, until these joined together to form a nation; they arrived at the same time in the same place.
They gathered together away from the eyes of the world in a place that history had forgotten.
Under the light of day they told the history of their people in a dead language. Under the light of the moon they sang songs forgotten by the rest of the world. They celebrated their lives. They danced and became themselves. Then they became more than themselves. They became the essence of their people. They became free. They became shadows in front of the moon.