The Royal Sisters Saga

The world has been divided as long as I have known. One side was craggy, with howling winds driving thick grit endlessly around as the sun beat back any form of life trying to settle down in this abyss of light. Opposing it, the Moon and its armada of stars stared blankly at the tundra beneath them, the ground concealed by uncountable sheets of ice and snow.  The darkness spread its tendrils far into the sky, only to be beaten back by the broad rays of the sun.

This brief respite from the dueling sisters was the only safe haven for life, from the smallest insect to the great Dragons, who could only bear the great sun’s heat for so long. This mile wide strip of land was the only space for hundreds of species to roam; Arguments occurred often.

“That tree belongs to my family, we planted it years ago!”

“Well it’s on my side of the fence, so go find a new apple tree, why don’t ya?”

The brown pony glared at the gray unicorn, and started going on about how without his family dynasty no one would even be alive in this good for nothing strip of dirt, meanwhile I was busy playing with my best friend, who had suddenly stopped counting.

“Ready or not, here I come!”  A gray blur rushed past me as my sister rushed to find me.

“She will never think to look on the roof!” I thought giddily. Turning away from the ground, I lay on my back, facing the great yellow light in the sky. That great ball had never moved since the day I was first allowed outside by Mom, and yet I could always find new details in its surface.

The orange spots that shifted with each passing hour, the fingers of light sweeping across its surface burning away the cool red into bright yellow, the subtle rotation it had formed thin swirls of ruby along its radius: a shining example of form over function.

As gorgeous as the Sun was, it had reached deep into the ground, and every sprig of life, every drop of hope, was pulled up and burnt to a crisp. Even with only half of its body showing, the presence it exuded could not be ignored.

Around this point my sister decided to speak up from behind me:

“You like staring at the Lights too?”

Turning with a start, I questioned “How long have you been looking at me?”

“About as long as you’ve been trying to burn your eyes out.”

Sighing, I said “Guess I’m it then.” The sounds of arguing increased, as the crunch of wood was heard. “How about we go to the Crystal Caverns for the next game; give mom and dad some privacy?”

A signpost flew by, and we laughed all the way there. The great lights watched in ever-present silence.