#celestial stories

[revsm0990]

Elpis and Zor'Githas: A Celestial Connection

Previous Story Segments: The Enigmatic Nicon and the Secrets of Ēlysia A New Dawn: A Celestial Encounter A New Dawn: Unrestrained Power Ancient Battles and Celestial Intrigue: A Dark Epic Ancient Battles and Celestial Power: The Collapse The ChroniclesA Peaceful Moment in Ēlysia Back-Story: From the Celestial Realm, Elpis grew amongst the beauty of Ēlysia, knew no other life beyond Peace…

Elpis and Zor'Githas: A Celestial Connection

[revsm0990]

The Rage of a Celestial

The Coming From the Shadows SeriesThe Rage of a Celestial Introduction: 422 B.C.Athênai The air was stifling and tense with the Bouleuterion – a scent of lamp oil mixed with desperation; Athênai – the jewel of the Aegean, the foundations had begun to tremble, Generals with their grim faces stood alongside politicians, tunics crumbled by agitated pacing “Amphipolis!” a General shouted; his…

The Rage of a Celestial

[just-a-casual-fuck]

Celestial Stories

Long, long ago,

there lived the Sun and the Moon, and they crossed the heavens hand in hand, lighting the skies for the earth. They were beautiful beings, striding together day and night, full of happiness.

The Sun was a beautiful man, always shining bright with a radiant smile. He wore a brilliant robe woven with shining gold, so perfect it was seamless. The Moon was a glowing woman, soft and gentle in all her ways and always smiling like her love. She wore a simple cloth, no more than a rug draped across her body, a symbol of the lower amount of respect humanity had for her gentle light averse to the Sun’s powerful, life giving rays.

He knew she deserved better. She deserved a dress of light, as gentle and kind as her own. So the Sun went to the Woman of the Stars, the mother of all brilliant tiny lights. He requested for the most precious of gems, Startears, to weave his love a dress of light befit for her beauty.

Now, the Woman of the Stars loved the Sun, but this was a secret, so she thought of ways to use this opportunity to make him love her. She recalled the short life of actual Startears, for the moment they leave the stars themselves their light begins to slowly die without being illuminated by a celestial body. So she planned to use this against him by telling him to visit her once every time of the New Moon, to replace the dimmed tears. She believed that if the Sun realized her generosity while the Moon would be resting herself for another cycle, he would surely fall for the Woman. With her plan fully made, she granted the Sun the tears, pleading herself to the Stars for their most beautiful tears, and she herself weaved the dress. The Sun thanked her profusely before he quickly flew across the Sky to his love so her could adorn her with this gift.

Thus, the Woman of the Stars waited. And waited. And waited. Always patient in days before, whether during the birth of a new star or something else, but she could be patient no more. So the Woman decided to go watch the Sun cross the sky with his love and perhaps find out why he had not yet come to her. Her question was soon answered when she saw the Sun and Moon, with joined hands crossing as always, but something was not right. Instead of seeing black holes in the dress where tears had lost their light, the tears were glowing, no, shining! Far brighter than they ever could have shown under the eyes of the Woman. The Moon’s gentle glow aided the tears in their normally short lives, causing their wondrous illumination. The Woman’s sadness turned to rage as she watched the two heavenly bodies cross the sky, more in love than ever, if that was possible. The Sun only loved the Moon because her Startears!

With clouded vision, the Woman of the Stars flew forwards and knocked out the Sun before bringing the Moon to the Palace of the Night and imprisoning her there. Quickly, the Sun gave chase, continuously racing as he attempted to enter the Night. The terrible fact was that Night and Day can never coexist in the Sky, and the Sun brought the Day with him everywhere he walked. Still, he chased her. His frantic pace caused time to fly as fast as he did. Days became mere hours, months took only a week, and the four seasons became so short that crops couldn’t be grown and humanity began to die. All of this, the Sun ignored, even as his own brilliant light faded from the lack of praise and belief. Finally, the Sun attempted to shout across the heavens into the Night, if only to hear from the Woman about his love. He was too late. Already had the Moon grown weak without the energy she received from the Sun’s light and their shared love for each other.

Common beliefs today are that the Moon simply reflects the bright light of the Sun during the Night, but those thoughts are wholly wrong. The Moon, in truth, filters the strong light, turning it into the softest and loveliest light that will ever exist. However, she was now so drained of energy that the harsh light of the Sun could kill her if a single ray of his light landed directly on her. This new curse of fate on the love-bound couple made it be that the Moon was eternally trapped in the Night and only one could occupy the Sky at a time when one needed it, since they still needed the beliefs of humanity to aid their lives. This meant that either of them had to die and leave the Sky so that the other might live. Thus, the Sun resolved, so that humanity would survive through his light and praise the Moon when she would return to the Sky, he would lie down and die every day, just so he could know his Moon was in the Sky where she belonged once more.

This is why the Moon is seen following the Sun on certain well-light days, when his light reaches even to his love, and she can view him even the tiniest bit. This is why the Sky turns strange colors when the Sun and Moon get too close or the Earth comes between them, for all celestial bodies fear the possible end of their love. 

This is the story of how much the Sun loved the Moon.