Well, my first story can be found here - https://www.bettafish.com/showthread.php?t=61406
And now here is the sequel.
Prologue - rewind the clock 10 years
I am ancient. I have lived for nearly 10 years, and there are many generations of Bettas who have been born from me. My beloved died years ago, as long with most of the survivors of what is now known as "the day disaster struck." But me, I'm still alive. I feel it wont be too much longer though.
"Moontail." Called a voice I turned slowely in my rock cave, all around it looked pure green. The rice was growing, and the whole rice paddy was crowded and just covered in green stocks. I noticed a young brown Betta rush in. "Yes?" I asked. "Your great great great grand daughter wanted me to tell you that she sends her best wishes." The brown Betta said. "Please, I'm fine." I coughed, knowing the real truth. The brown Betta just flared and swam away. Outside, as usual, I heard many Bettas laying around the cave. It's like they worship me.
This morning felt different then all others. It was going to be red-moon tonight, that I could feel. It has only happened one other time in my life, and tonight would probably be my last time seeing it.
I felt ill, but continued my day. A huge pile of dead blood worms, and even a few minnows, was pushed into my cave, and I feasted. But it was getting late, and I was feeling weak.
I layed down under the hole in the rock and watched as the full moon slowely became enveloped in red. Suddenly I gasped, my fins felt numb. I tried to move them, but for some reason they wouldn't move. I tried to shout but my mouth wouldn't open. My gills were still pumping and the water was rich with oxygen, so maybe these effects would wear off before it was too late.
As the minutes passed by, it was surprisingly quiet and calm. On the inside I wanted to panic, to move, something. But I was stuck. I saw red everywhere, and I saw my reflection against the surface. The moonlight was turning my scales red, and soon, so was the whole cave. I saw around me great figures... those of predators, catchers, giant fish, and Bettas. I thought I saw a glowing outline of a betta there... one of a catcher there...
Soon my fins were working again, but something was different. I was stronger and brighter, the world looked so clear, and the water stretched farther than even before, reaching the ends of the earth. I saw Goldheart weaving through the water to me, and I knew where I was.