kawa~ inspiration #34
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Title~ Brother Sun and Brother Moon
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ The sun and moon are not mine. They're nobody's. They're just there. The fic's mine tho =3
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 34. This is one of the stories of the desert people, told by parents to their children. Combination of 'how the world happened' and morals. Also? As a random sidenote? The Raykinian moon only appears at night, never during the day like it does sometimes for us.
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Back long ago, when time had barely begun, shining silver grains made the dunes, in place of the rusted red grains of sand that makes them now. Two brothers—Brother Sun and Brother Moon—were in charge of keeping the sand shining and silver.
The Moon was quiet and gentle, but the Sun was much louder, much brasher. He delighted in fighting his younger brother, and he won every time.
“Why must we always fight?” Brother Moon asked him one day.
The Sun laughed loudly. “Why else have we swords,” he challenged, “if not to have them clash? And how better to test our skills than in battles with each other?”
The Moon shook his head. “We needn’t bare arms as you suggest. Why can’t we just be friends?”
Brother Sun laughed again. “Where would be the fun in that?” he sniggered, “Now stand and fight, little brother, that I may beat you again.”
Brother Moon sighed heavily, but took up his sword. He didn’t fight as strongly as he usually did, only blocking and defending, not bothering to attack.
But the Sun did not see this, and swung his sword with the same vigour as he always did. Finally, he dealt one blow he was sure his younger brother would defend, but Brother Moon missed, and the Sun’s blade cut deeply.
The Moon cried out in pain, dropping his sword and clutching at his bleeding arm.
“Brother!” the Sun yelled desperately, throwing his own blade aside. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” But his compassion had come too late.
The Moon glared back at him, a dark hatred in his eyes unlike the sun had ever seen. “A brother would not do this to his sibling,” he said, suddenly sounding older than the Sun, “You are not my family anymore. I’m going to live in the night sky now. Please don’t follow.”
So Brother Moon left the Sun behind to live in the darkness of the night sky. He sat mournfully for a time, crying over the loss of his brother, until a tiny voice called into his ear.
“Why are you sad?” the voice asked.
The Moon didn’t look up. “My brother and I are supposed to keep the sand shiny and silver, but I’ve lost him, and now I’m lonely.”
“Look up,” the voice said brightly.
When he did, the Moon saw hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny, bright white stars all around him.
“We’ll help you!” the first star assured him, “We’ll be your friends!”
The Moon smiled and laughed, knowing he’d never be lonely again. As the years wore on and time grew older, the Sun, still lonely and mourning the loss of his younger brother, neglected the daytime sand, and left it to rust and turn red.
But the Moon, with all his new friends, kept the night time sand sparkling and silver.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ The sun and moon are not mine. They're nobody's. They're just there. The fic's mine tho =3
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 34. This is one of the stories of the desert people, told by parents to their children. Combination of 'how the world happened' and morals. Also? As a random sidenote? The Raykinian moon only appears at night, never during the day like it does sometimes for us.
Back long ago, when time had barely begun, shining silver grains made the dunes, in place of the rusted red grains of sand that makes them now. Two brothers—Brother Sun and Brother Moon—were in charge of keeping the sand shining and silver.
The Moon was quiet and gentle, but the Sun was much louder, much brasher. He delighted in fighting his younger brother, and he won every time.
“Why must we always fight?” Brother Moon asked him one day.
The Sun laughed loudly. “Why else have we swords,” he challenged, “if not to have them clash? And how better to test our skills than in battles with each other?”
The Moon shook his head. “We needn’t bare arms as you suggest. Why can’t we just be friends?”
Brother Sun laughed again. “Where would be the fun in that?” he sniggered, “Now stand and fight, little brother, that I may beat you again.”
Brother Moon sighed heavily, but took up his sword. He didn’t fight as strongly as he usually did, only blocking and defending, not bothering to attack.
But the Sun did not see this, and swung his sword with the same vigour as he always did. Finally, he dealt one blow he was sure his younger brother would defend, but Brother Moon missed, and the Sun’s blade cut deeply.
The Moon cried out in pain, dropping his sword and clutching at his bleeding arm.
“Brother!” the Sun yelled desperately, throwing his own blade aside. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” But his compassion had come too late.
The Moon glared back at him, a dark hatred in his eyes unlike the sun had ever seen. “A brother would not do this to his sibling,” he said, suddenly sounding older than the Sun, “You are not my family anymore. I’m going to live in the night sky now. Please don’t follow.”
So Brother Moon left the Sun behind to live in the darkness of the night sky. He sat mournfully for a time, crying over the loss of his brother, until a tiny voice called into his ear.
“Why are you sad?” the voice asked.
The Moon didn’t look up. “My brother and I are supposed to keep the sand shiny and silver, but I’ve lost him, and now I’m lonely.”
“Look up,” the voice said brightly.
When he did, the Moon saw hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny, bright white stars all around him.
“We’ll help you!” the first star assured him, “We’ll be your friends!”
The Moon smiled and laughed, knowing he’d never be lonely again. As the years wore on and time grew older, the Sun, still lonely and mourning the loss of his younger brother, neglected the daytime sand, and left it to rust and turn red.
But the Moon, with all his new friends, kept the night time sand sparkling and silver.