The girl settled in the dust, her dress mud streaked, her hair a greasy mess braided and tied tightly at the back of her head. The warriors watched her curiously, making room for her to settle herself amongst them, her fragile form almost childlike, her eyes bright.
They watched her almost with a sense of pity, she had no way to protect herself in the lands. With her ivory skin, and dark copper hair she was simply a sad story about to happen. A tale of woe wherever her beauty shone. It was not a time when beauty was an asset, rather a time when laughter was a forgotten sound and smiles were set grimly.
But she sat among them, a child before a pack of wolves and spoke up, her voice soft yet determined.
“I have a tale for you.” She said, holding her chin high.
“Very well Ivory child,” a man said, his blond beard tinged red, “is it your own?”
She watched the fading light, looking up to as the sun threatened to sink further into the sea just beyond.
“The tale begins with the first commands of creation. Light burst into existence. Not to consume or to burn, but to sustain, to grow, to create the passion that rolls through time. The Creator smiled to Lord Sol, and the Lord bowed before Him. Though filled with glory, the light knew he was but a spark compared to the brilliance of his maker. He rose across the sky, and he watched the world around him grow with his touch of warmth. His Creator settled him within the sky, a place just for him to radiate, to shine, to protect. Lord Sol peered down below him to watch as creation rose from the dust, from nothingness into what we see today with but a word from the Creator. Lord Sol sang the buds to bloom and he laughed with the animals that teemed from the seas.
He watched another being soar into the sky, twirling to dance within his brilliance. When the earth darkened, she spread open her arms and shone white light. The tides twirled with her, the earth drew in a breath at her beauty. The lady, with skin of ivory and eyes of silver smiled down to the lakes, admiring her reflection in the water. Lord Sol saw her and loved her, for she made his magnificence pure.
He grew lonely within the skies, ever watching, yet ever out of reach of the Lady. He begged his maker to give him a body to wonder across the lands, to taste his creator’s world, to touch the earth, to love all he saw. His creator threaded a being of dust and light from Lord Sol and the earth below, a being with laughter written into his face and a voice like sunshine.
However, the Creator cautioned, every night the being may fall to wonder the earth, and every morning the being must rise back to govern the skies. Eagerly Lord Sol agreed and tumbled into the sea, swimming ashore. The water cooled him, though it could never lighten his obsidian skin, or dim his flaming hair that waved to his shoulders. He talked to the owls, he followed the fireflies up into the mountains and down to the lakes. He swam with the fish and stared up in wonder at the beautiful lady that shone with the essence of her heart. She saw him and smiled down at him, receiving his blazing reply.
She began to sink and he chased after her, swimming out to sea to meet her. He rose in the sky and in the moment he pulled her to him, rising as she sank. She gripped his hands and twirled him around her as they parted. They loved dearly and passionately, thus creating the blinding dawn of time. They met again at dusk, reaching for each other as the earth tugged them apart. But still they loved and still they called to each other through birdsong and cricket chirp.
And it was so.
The Lady Luna begged their creator for her own being, wondering the earth until dawn and dusk calls her to the skies. She glows brighter as the Lord Sol sinks to the sea and dims as he reaches out for her. Such is the love they hold, the earth bends under their passion. Their creator granted them one day in every thirty together, for that is all he can spare for them. Who would help the earth to grow? Who would guide the patterns of the tides without their light?
Time will pass like sand through fingers. But their love will shine brighter and sustain longer. For who could compare to the other? Who would be worthy of a Light’s passion? Only they who are the same, and yet different in every way.”
The girl smiled at them, standing up to dust the dirt off her dress. They watched her silently as her glowing form looked out across the sea to where the sun dipped a toe into the salty water. She smiled back at them, and they saw within the grime of this beautiful creature, the silver eyes of the Lady Luna. She began to run towards the call of the Lord Sol, her hair tangling free to become moonlight, her dress transforming into a gown of the purest alabaster silk to dance around her ivory bare feet..
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