The Sun and The Moon

By Cassie Beggs

A long, long time ago, the Sun and the Moon walked the world, living amongst humans equally equals. Without their low-cal, the Earth turned peacefully beneath the light of the stars.

For generations, the people of the world were happy this way, watched over past their 2 guardians.

The first guardian was mysterious and beautiful, with flowing hair that glistened silvery white, glowing eyes of deepest blue and skin paler than milk.

Every pace she took acquired new stars to burst from the ground and bound into the sky, and her people worshipped her every bit a symbol of feminine dazzler. They called her Moon.

The 2d guardian was potent and handsome, with warm golden eyes, copper-dark-brown pare and a mane of soft black curls.

Even his very laugh could make spring roses bloom from their buds, and his followers adored him for his easy ways and the bright glorious smiling with which he could light upwards the whole world.

He was the Sun, and despite their differences, he shared with the Moon a great friendship and respect.

Although the humans loved their Sunday and Moon, they took little notice of the other force with whom they shared their land.

The Wind was cruel, and he had long been jealous of the power the Sun and the Moon held over the earth, and of the dearest that the people had for them.

Slipping through windows and under doors, the Wind whispered poisonous lies

Nobody loved the Wind, for he blew icy breath beyond the land, and howled in the ears of children.One day, the Wind began wondering how he could claim the land equally his ain.

"If the Sun and the Moon go to state of war," the Wind pondered to himself, "they volition destroy each other and I will be free to have their lands and people for myself!"

The Wind plotted and schemed and plotted some more, forming a deadly plan. He sent a message to the Sun and Moon, sending them on an urgent fool's errand to the North.

Slipping through windows and under doors, the Air current whispered poisonous lies into the ears of the people, turning them, confronting each other.

To the Moon's tribe, he claimed that the Lord's day himself had lured the Moon abroad from her home and was planning to lock her in the darkest cavern far away, where her light could never smoothen.

"Surely not!" they cried, horrified. "Information technology is then," he bodacious them, "and I hear that the Sun followers will atomic number 82 a march, here, soon! They seek a battle to destroy the Moon's habitation then that the Sun alone might rule."

Aghast, the Moon's followers began gathering their forces, adamant to defend their goddess against their sometime allies.

In plough, the Current of air blew over to the Sun worshippers and whispered into their ears.

"The Moon worshippers are planning a fell attack on your tribe!" he told them. Furious, the Sunday followers thanked the Current of air for his support and mustered their armies to retaliate.

When the Moon and the Sun returned, they were appalled by the destruction that greeted them. They pleaded desperately with their people, but to no avail.

"Terminate!" cried the Moon, but alas, they could not hear her for her phonation was too soft and the people's anger was besides vehement.

"Plenty!" begged the Sun, but the people would not hear him either.

Unable to brand themselves heard, the Sun and the Moon retreated from the battlefield, sitting together in deepest despair. The state of war raged on, merely neither side would admit defeat, and presently even the Wind grew sick of the chaos he had wrought.

"O Sun," sighed the Moon, "I am and then very weary of these battles."

"As am I, sweetness Moon," replied the Lord's day woefully, "but what tin nosotros exercise?"

The two sat in mournful silence for a long, long while, wondering what in the world could have caused such a conflict. Later on some time, the Moon'southward keen ears caught the sound of the Wind, talking idly to himself as he ruffled the surface of a lake behind a distant mount.

"Poor Current of air," said the Moon, "I fear that this countless fighting has driven him quite mad. Nosotros should visit him, and see if we tin ease his troubles."

With the Sun in agreement, they began the long journey to join the Wind beside his alone lake. Before they reached him yet, his words became clearer and they heard quite distinctly as he raved about the uselessness of his failed programme.

Enraged by the Wind's betrayal and distraught at the harm he had acquired to their people, the Sun and Moon swept over the mountain. Determined to stop the Wind from always hurting their people once more, they took from him all words and ability to speak, leaving him helpless to howl his wordless rage to the heaven for the residuum of time.

Now that they knew the source of their people's troubles, the Sun and Moon returned to the battlefield strengthened and with new purpose.

They threw themselves between the warring tribes and together their voices boomed out, stopping the fighters in their tracks. They explained what the Current of air had washed, and declared that the battles must finish at one time.

With the Wind silenced, the Sun and Moon hatched a programme of their own to foreclose the war from starting anew.

"We shall rule together, loftier in the heaven," said Moon, "then that we may never stop guarding you against danger."

"For twelve hours, I will rise and picket over you," continued Dominicus, "and we will telephone call this 'Day'."

"And when those twelve hours terminate," proclaimed Moon, "I shall rising with the stars and we shall call this 'Night'."

The people agreed, laying down their arms and returning to a state of richness and calm.

So information technology was that the Sun and the Moon took to the heaven, rising in plow with Night and Day, to spotter over their beloved people in peace and harmony for evermore.

Shortlisted for the BBC Young Writers' Award 2015

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