“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.
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