Tuesday, 29 December 2015

When the Moon Touched the Sun #17




The Sun fell to his knees, spent. His grief and loss gone, leaving him empty, but he smiled, he had defeated the universe.

A cough caught his attention, a cough from something in front of him. The cough of something powerful. His heart raced in panic, it shouldn’t be possible, how could the universe be that powerful?

“An impressive show.” It said, feeling as relaxed at before, if that was all the danger he was in from the Sun then the universe had nothing to fear.

“But… I don’t understand.” The sun stood slowly, ash coated his clothes. “What went wrong?”

“I told you, I am powerful. You do have some inkling, but it is unrefined, and will likely stay that way now.”

“No, I will defeat you.”

“I admire your conviction, but I wonder what your fire has to feed on now that she’s gone.”

“She? You mean Moon. She’s not gone, she’s… oh no!” realisation hit the Sun, how could he have ignored his helpless Moon? He turned on the spot, but all that surrounded him was ash, a barren landscape and bleak horizon. “Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“I think the better question is what did you do?”

“I would never hurt her! You must have stolen her away, where did you hide her?”

The universe gestured around itself. “Where could I have hidden her?”

“No, no, no, no.” the Sun hit the ground again, pushing his fingers through the ash, trying to find a clue, a remnant. “Help me!” he screamed at the universe.

The universe just smiled. “Well this has been fun. Until next time I suppose.”

With barely the blink of an eye the universe disappeared, leaving the Sun to desperately search a burnt Earth for something, anything, which could lead him to his lost love.

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

When the Moon Touched the Sun #16



“Please, let me help.” The universe said, a distinct note of pain lacing his voice.

“Haven’t you done enough damage.” The Sun’s voice and eyes were dead, the only pain that remained was in the tightness of his jaws as he fought to remain in control.

The universe stood, unsure of whether he wanted the Moon to die or live. So he remained standing in the same spot, watching the Sun cry of his weak Moon.

“I will make you BURN for this!” the Sun bellowed at the universe, all control hopelessly lost.

The Sun had come so close to being with the one he loved, he had touched her, kissed her, seen her smile. The fire of grief roared within him, fueled by his monumental loss. The universe, for the first time, felt the prickle of fear creep in to his heart, an unfamiliar sensation the almost sent him fleeing in a blind panic. The universe stood, but the Sun advanced, uncaring that his opponent was larger and stronger than he could ever hope to be, the fire within him licked at the ground beneath his feet, scorching the Earth.

The quiet moans of a dying Moon fell on deaf ears, the Sun too consumed to notice anything but the fire, the devastating fire.

He stopped within a few feet of the universe and let forth a flare of heat. It burst from him in an uncontrolled wave, eating up the miles of life that stood in its path.