Something a little differnt, one of my short stories:
The Tale of the Sun and the Moon By A.J. Hart
Once, when the earth was young and man had just begun to walk along her crust, was a woman. Her days were filled with darkness, as was everyones. This was before the sun rose in the east, over the mountains and kissed the world with light and warmth. The earth was cold and dark, the people lived contently in the darkness for it was all they knew. The winds and rains came and went, animals prowled the depths of the darkness, the people were one with the darkness.
One day a woman laid on the dirt floor of her house, screaming in agony. Her husband crouched by her head, pushing the sweaty hair out of her eyes and murmuring loving words and encouragement.
The midwife stationed herself between the woman’s legs, one hand grouping in the darkness, the other pressing firmly on the woman’s engorged stomach. “Push.” The midwife leaned heavily on her hand.
The woman screeched and withered in pain, urging her body to rid itself of the babe. With a flash of bright light the baby slid into the world with a pop. The man stood, horrified and gathered his wife in his arms.
A frail wail rise from the child’s lips and was carried off into the world by the wind. Tenderly the midwife picked up the glowing child and turned to the frightened parents. The sharp edges of her face were outlined from the light radiating from the child. “Fear not.”
Ignoring the fathers protesting the woman reached forward and placed the child at her breast. “Why does he,” she stopped, there were no words to describe what the child was doing.
The midwife’s eyes shone green in the light coming from the child. “She. She is the one the old ones told of. The child who will light up the darkness and bring color into the world. She will bring warmth and joy to all.”
The woman stroked her baby’s head, watching as her hand drifted in and out of the light. After a moment she searched for the father, he crouched outside the ring of light beaming from his daughter.
“Apos, come. Put aside your fear and see your child.”
Apos moved forward, hesitantly emerging from the shadows. The light illuminated his wife’s face and he felt the breath leave his body. “Llyla. Her name fell from his trembling lips. He had never seen her face before, but in that instant he knew there could be no sight as beautiful as his wife.
Together they looked down at the bundle of light between them. “She will change the world Apos. Our daughter will be written in the books of time.” Llyla whispered.
Apos took his daughter in his arms and kissed her forehead. “What will we call her?”
The midwife brought forth a clean cloth to wrap the child in. “You both joined together to make her, why not join your names?”
Llyla leaned back with her eyes closed. A soft wind blew across them, drying the sweat on her face and cooling her skin. The sweet embrace of sleep was upon her, slowly her body began to succumb. Before she lost herself in the darkness a name fell from her lips. “Apala.”
Apala grew with each passing year and with each year her light grew stronger. When she would teeter out of the house after the cat, her father would laugh and scoop her up. “There is no fear of losing you my sunshine. You could not hide if you tried.
Form a young age Apala knew she was different, people would gather around her on cold winter days, her friends loved to play in the light that glowed from her body. They made up all kinds of games you could only play in the light.
But the biggest thing that made Apala different was her joy. From the day she came into the world she was always smiling and laughing. Her laughter was infectious, once she started laughing it was only a matter of time before everyone around her was laughing.
By her fifteenth birthday Apala had grown into the most beautiful woman. Her long hair fell to her waist and glowed golden, her eye were bright and blue like the ice that covered the ground in the north. She was unique, there was no other human who looked as she did.
Naturally scores of men traveled far and wide to bring Apala gifts, dressed from head to foot on their finery parading in front of Apala and Llyla. Each man boasted of his own greatness and asked for Apala’s hand in marriage. Everyday they came, and everyday Apos sent them away saying, “It is Apala’s choice, she will decide.”
After one particular long day of turning suitors away Apala took her horse out of the barn and roe until she came to an empty lot of land. This was her favorite place in the entire world. Dismounting she sat on the ground and stared up at the dark sky.
“Why must I marry at all?” she sighed.
With a twist she flipped onto her stomach and dug a finger idly into the dirt. Hours passed as she laid there, enjoying the quiet. As she rose to leave she saw a green stem rise out of the dirt, she eyes glowed with fascination.
As the minutes ticked by the little green stem grew, happily she ran to her saddle and grabbed her water skin. Sitting in front of the green stem she took off the top of the water skin and an instinct told her pour water on the stem. Before the water had time to soak into the earth the stem shot open and the first flower bloomed.
“Only you could draw up such beauty from the earth.” a voice said behind her.
Apala’s heart started beating fiercely and she was on her feet in an instant. A boy stood in front of her, his skin was pale and sliver hair hung in his grey eyes. He watched Apala back away from the flower, as the light and heat faded the flower began to shrivel up. Apala took no notice of the flower, she could not keep her eyes from the handsome stranger in front of her.
The fright from his sudden appearance had faded but her heart continued to beat rapidly in her chest. “Who are you?” she asked, brushing the dirt from her hands.
They grey eyes never left the blue ones as the two walked forward.
“My name is Luna. There is no need to ask yours. I have walked for days to come meet you.”
Apala smiled as his voice seemed to flow through her. “Luna, what a lovely name.”
The sound of Apala’s voice held Luna captivated, the sound made his stomach twist into knots and made him feel as light as air.
Apala and Luna’s happiness was short lived, kings began requesting Apala travel to their lands and light their days. Apala did what she could, but there were too many towns, too many countries and soon she grew very sick. Luna never left her side, chasing people away, telling the kings Apala would travel no more.
This angered the kings and while Luna nursed Apala back to health the kings met in secret. “It is unfair for that boy to keep all that beauty to himself.” one said. “That boy cannot keep a treasure like that to himself.” said another. “I have a plan.” said a third.
Apala and Luna were traveling back to Apos and Llyla’s home when thieves fell upon them. Luna struggled to protect Apala but was overcome. He watched helplessly as his beloved was bound with ropes.
The kings came forward with wicked smiles on their faces. “Why should you hoard away such beauty?” one of them asked. “We shall see to it that everyone is able to partake in Apala’s warmth and light.” another shouted.
Rage filled Luna as he watched them wrap Apala in a net and attached it to an enormous machine. He struggled against his bonds and was struck across the face.
Tears streamed down Apala’s face. “Do not fear my darling. No matter how far away I am, I will always love you.”
Men pulled at levers and pushed bars until the machine groaned with life. The long arm of the machine started spinning around and around until Apala was a blur in the net, the only part of part of her that could be seen was her glow.
“Apala!” Luna shouted.
She could not answer, fear filled her mouth so instead she glowed. She glowed brighter than she had ever glowed before, she glowed because of her love for Luna.
When the machine has enough momentum a catch slipped and the net was flung unto space. Luna watched as Apala flew through the air, far away from him. The great kings watched with satisfaction as Apala settled high above them, her light gleaming off other planet and stars.
One by one the kings returned to their lands, only Luna stayed behind staring up at his beloved. The grief inside him turned to rage, throwing back his head he howled his sadness to the world. The world did not hear, all around the earth the people rejoiced for now there was light for everyone.
Luna began running, he ran from one end of the earth to the other, searching for the tallest mountain. Apala watched from the sky as Luna climbed, but when he reached the top his beloved was still out of reach. Frustration filled him and in anger he hurled rocks from the top of the mountain.
He threw rock after rock until the idea struck him, instead of throwing the rocks he began piling them on top of one another, if the highest mountain could not reach Apala he would build one that would.
Time passed but Luna never stopped building his bridge. Rock after rock he piled until one day his arms hung still at his side. His pale eyes looked up at the sky, his stone staircase rose and winded into the heavens.
With determination burning in his eyes he put his foot on the first step and started climbing. For years he climbed as Apala watched him. But alas for our brave lover, when he reached the end of the staircase he found it did not reach all the way to Apala. deciding it was better to be this close than back down on earth, Luna sat down on the top of the staircase and stared at his beloved. And his beloved burned brightly with her love for him.
Soon the stone staircase fell apart, leaving Luna stranded in space, unable to return and unable to be with Apala. They can still be seen today, though hardly ever at the same time. Apala’s bright yellow light accompanies us through the day and Luna’s soft sliver glow through the night.