The Sun looks out into the battlefield, her eyes searching for the person she cares about the most. Her legs quickly start to run, her arms slashing her sword at any enemy in her way. She needs to know, she needs to know the Moon is safe and alive. Her throat burns as the Sun realizes she was screaming. She sees her, lying on the blood red battlefield, her silver-gray sword out of her hand. The Sun tears up as she runs to the Moon.
She can't be dead, she can't. The Sun looks at the Moon, taking in her every detail, the way her black hair flows, the way her lips are parted, the way her beauty shines like no other. The Sun kneels down at her lover's side. The Moon instantly looks at her, the Moon's silver eyes that were once filled with pride and happiness is filled with pain and sorrow. The battle was bloody and certainly cruel, but the worst part is this. The Sun takes her lover in her arms and slowly watch the light go out in the Moon's eyes.
That's it, an entire opportunity of a happy life together gone. Gone like the wind that carries the Sun's painful sobs to the whole kingdom. The Sun holds onto the Moon, not letting go—not even for a second. She looks up at the enemy retreating; she vows that she will make sure the Moon didn't die in vain. Her orange eyes fill with bitterness.
She's done being the nice, loving, bright Sun she used to be. Her lover is dead, she's no longer happy. They'll wish they had never crossed her.
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Short Stories
Short StoryHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
