This is a story i have been working on for years. The story is not complete yet, and will not be for some time i think, but here is the prologue, if you can please e-mail me critiques.
The day would meet the night at the beginning of one morning and the end of another always for all of time. It should have been no surprise that they fell in love. Their love exploded into a fiery passion and from this passion was birthed the first humans. The other gods were astonished at this monstrosity and demanded it be destroyed. But the night would not let her children be harmed and instead made a place for them to exist within the safety of their love. The humans grew and flourished but all too soon they died. The day was distraught and came up with a plan. With the love of his night and his own angelic powers, he brought more humans from the soils of the earth. Together, they made thousands and gave them gender so that they could populate the lands forever. The day and night smiled happily upon their creation but the other gods did not like these vessels. They seeked to destroy them.
While the day and night were meeting angels of day took the shape of humans and began influencing them to fight. Small arguments became heated battles as time progressed and slowly the battles turned to wars, and the angels were happy. Seeing how angry the humans made the angels, the demons of night, being such tricksters, took the shape of humans and began seducing them. The day soon noticed that offspring were darker than normal and with a little searching, found the night skinned demons among his children.
"What is the meaning of this?" He asked.
"We have fallen for them. We love the humans as you love the night." They cried. "Some humans carry our children now." What started as tricks ended as inescapable infatuation as the demons swooned over the humans. Touched by their declaration the day did not stop them from being together. He decided to give a gift to the pregnant mothers. Beasts were given to the world and as the demon's children were born, they bore the mark of those beasts. It was such a beautiful mutation that the Day and Night were ecstatic. The angels, however, were furious.
They meant to retaliate but found themselves drawn to the humans as well. The night looked upon her children with a smile as they slept and soon noticed that some offspring's skin was so pale, it would glow in the moonlight. Almost immediately she found the angels hiding among her children.
"What purpose brings you to my earth?" She questioned.
"Despite our attempts," the angels cried, "we cannot bring ourselves to hate these creatures. We love them." The night regarded them skeptically but softly smiled.
"I want all beings to live in harmony." She said and she let them be. As the angelic children were born, it was noticed that small wing shaped cuts would scar their backs. and while some scars did remain, the wings would usually fade until they were no longer there. One thing did remain, however, the ability to heal. It seemed every angel born child could heal not only themselves, but others as well. The angels were pleased with their children but the demons were not.
"Why do they have godly ability while we can only bear the mark of beasts?" They cried in anguish. Neither the day nor the night had an answer and so soon, tensions began to rise among the gods.
"My darling," the night said quietly as she met the day, cupping his face in her hands, " how will we settle these disputes? Our children are falling to war and I am afraid our homes are soon to follow." He smiled sadly caressing her cheek brushing away the hint of a tear trail that left his heart broken by her sadness.
"For our children there is no hope, but for our worlds..." He trailed off and wiped a knowing tear from her cheek.
"It is because of us. Our love. We have disrupted harmony by joining our worlds." She paused, letting what they both knew go unsaid until finally she couldn't stand the silence anymore. "We can never meet again can we?" She choked on a whisper. He winced and held her close.
"It is not our love that has thrown the balance and brought these wars my dear. It is our worlds that are so unfair and that must find peace. Until our people are ready to grow and to live in harmony, I am afraid we must keep these worlds separate." They cried for a long time, flooding their world with rivers and oceans, and when the time came, the day bent to kiss his night softly one last time and with that, they parted never to meet again. From then on they circled the earth keeping the angels and demons away from ever trying to go there again. The ones who had changed to humans could not turn back to gods, though some were able to shift in to other forms.
The demons were trapped as half blooded beasts among the humans, as were the angels. That, the gods decided, was their punishment for abandoning the sky. The cycle of day and night shifted from a blunt and sudden changing to a soft gradual fading of light as the means of seperating the gods came to be. The day would meet the dawn as the night would wave it good bye and as the day would say his farewells to the dusk, night would fall over the land and it would remain this way for all of time.
"It is said that an angels crime will steady the flow of rightness as six are born and six will die. The dragon woman of the north will destroy the palace with secrets while The duchess of war will seduce the king of the moon and take on thrones with force. Twins will be the Downfall of the kingdoms of light and dark. A two life choice will set the world's fate and only then will peace truly take hold in this time of entropy."
Katia closed the book and looked back at her little sister, who snored softly, curled up in her blankets. It was a strange riddle filled with impossible things, Dragon born woman in the north? Duchess of war? These things did not and could not exist. But she would solve it one day. She would go to the north if only to find the sinning angel, if not to find her own missing love; and If this prophecy was fulfilled, the wars across the lands would finally stop. The tasks ahead of her suddenly felt extremely immense. What were the chances that a moon born would stop the wars that had raged on for thousands of years? She laid back in the grass and looked up.
The moon moved so slowly across the sky she could hardly tell it had shifted. "There is nothing worse than being apart from the one you love." She sighed and looked out in to the darkness of the woods. She tried to imagine the world before trees and animals and people, but she couldn't picture how that would have looked. A huge orb of dirt? Would there have been grass if there were no trees? She laid back and stared at the sky again. Just as her eyes began to close and she began to doze off, she could almost have sworn she saw eyes among the stars, and they were crying.