Suddenly the
Sun and the Moon stopped fighting, the monsters that had once formed a massive
wall of black had fallen away and they viewed the scene of devastation before
them. The world let out the first whimper of battle, only now did it feel the
pain of everything that had happened. The Sun turned to the Moon and embraced
her, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.
“It’s over.”
He whispered to her.
“You may
have won the battle, but the war has yet to end.” A steely voice said.
Turning from
each other the Sun and the Moon looked upon a cloaked figure in front of them.
A hood obscured the face and folds of cloth masked any flesh, the hem sat
heavily upon the floor, the excess material splayed out around him.
“The war is
over.” Said the Moon. “The universe has lost.”
“No. The
universe can drag you back, it will find you and then everything will be
worse.”
“Nothing
could be worse than what we have gone through, and the universe knows that it
will never find us and it’s scared. Leave us alone, you have no business in
this matter.” Said the Sun shifting his body so that he was standing slightly
in from of the Moon, ready to protect her.
“I do
though. The universe asked me to help and so I am obliged to. For the sake of
yourselves, back down now.” His voiced raised with warning.
“Why doesn’t
the universe come here itself?”
“Would you
like it to?” the hooded man asked curiously.
“Yes, if it
was cowardly enough to call off the battle and let us win, the least it can do
is come and try to defeat us face to face.” Said the Moon refusing to let the
Sun protect her, at a time like this, and stepped aside to stand shoulder to
shoulder with him.
“Are you
sure you want to do this?” the Sun asked the Moon quietly.
“Yes, we can
defeat it, as one we are powerful.” She whispered back.
He nodded to
her then addressed the hooded man. “We challenge the universe.”
The man
nodded in acceptance of their wish. He drew up his arms and with fingers still
veiled pushed back his hood.
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