Untold story of the Sun and Moon
The battle had lasted for years. The tribes fought for dominance over one another. The gods watched as their emotions tainted the thoughts of the connecting spirits. Storms ripped up the land, earthquakes and tornados destroyed the surrounding villages, the Earth shook as the sun and moon spirit clashed. Marinette fought with all of her might, ignoring the pain as wounds covered her body with more to come. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to fight them but she had no other choice.
Soon the Earth was at it’s breaking point and the gods stepped in, only because they feared Marinette and Adrien would become too powerful and overtaken them all. Their memories were erased and the tribes banished to opposite ends of the globe. The scars began to heal and Marinette tried hard to remember where they were from but she could never find the memories. Sometimes she would find herself crying for no reason as she hung the morning stars in the sky before disappearing to the other side of the world.
It was in the French revolution when she met him. The blonde man with brilliant green eyes. He was fighting for the French, a soldier with a heart of gold. She watched him from afar, falling in further in love every second. This human. This mortal. He was amazing. He clouded her thoughts on slow nights when there were no creatures to vanquish. She never forgot him, even decades later. She loved that mortal.
Marinette sat in the sky, waiting for the sun spirit to arrive to start the eclipse. They only got a few minutes together twice a year, three or four times if they were lucky. But it was never enough for a full conversation. She smiled when she saw the radiance of the other spirit moving toward her. “Hello, sun.”
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