When the Moon Touched the Sun #13

“What is this trickery?” the universe spat at the Moon

The Moon couldn’t reply, too stunned by what was in front of her. She shook her head in disbelief and backed further in to the Sun’s embrace.

“Enough!” the universe shouted. “Moon, you must face me! No more distractions. Fight you coward!”

In a flash the warrior plunged forward, slicing at the universe’s side, deflected at the last moment by the universe to prevent fatal damage. As the swords slammed against each other the warrior whirled around and jabbed again, but this time was deflected before any contact was made.

As the strange warrior and the universe spun their deadly dance the sky began to grow dimmer. It reached a shade of dark grey. Not quite day and not quite night, not quite dawn and not quite dusk. It was a time of its own.

While the Moon was intently watching the fight the Sun grabbed her suddenly. “Moon.” He whispered. “Now’s our chance to run away. While the universe is distracted by the warrior we can run away and hide.”

The Moon looked doubtful at his words. “Oh Sun, I don’t know. I don’t want to hide forever, I can’t hide forever. And what about our child Earth, we can’t leave it, not now.”

“But Moon,” the Sun clutched at her sides desperately. “We can be together. Please.” He implored her, sinking to one knee as an act of subservience. “Please let us be together.”

There was an awful sound of scraping metal and the two lover’s attention was drawn away from their flight. Weary on the end of a black sword the warrior sagged, the tip protruding from its armoured back. A sneer covered the universe’s face. It pulled back the sword, disposing of the armoured knight on the floor and walked towards the Moon and the Sun.