Oh.
Hello there, I didn't see you. Nice day, isn't it? It's times like these when I move on feather-light feet through the woods, the sparse leaves of the winter-white trees rustling, and I remember the story of…well, you wouldn't want to hear it. Oh, you do now? Well, then, we'll get along swimmingly, I can tell. For the duration of this story, you may call me Wind.
Now you must remember all that is said here, for I will not repeat myself. Good? Thank you for understanding. I recall it now better than ever. Sit down, you needn't be afraid of me. I don't bite…often. I usually nip at times, but that's completely different.
A question for you. Have you ever been blamed for something you haven't done? Yes? No? Maybe so? Either way, most of us have.
Now back to the task at hand.
I SAID SIT DOWN!
Oh, I'm quite sorry, I'm not usually like this. It's just when I think of this story, a little part of me dies.
Ready to begin? Excellent.
Long ago, but not so long ago, the Sun and the Moon first met. He, loud, brash, daring. She, quiet, soft, and cold. A strange couple, but a couple nevertheless. From the efforts of these two, two glorious children were born. The boy, Anko, settled his own tribe, a fearsome enemy he was, it was said that whenever the sun rose in the sky, he was invincible, the sparks from his shield lit the air with flame. He called his tribe the Children of the Sun.
The girl, Nihoko, claimed her own tribe, and followed in her mother's footsteps, bringing night to the Earth in a silver sleigh, drawn by eight white reindeer. She was silent as the night too, a fairy in the dark, her short black hair and pale skin, a wonder to behold, luminescent in the moonbeams. She called her tribe the Fairies of the Moon, in honor of her mother.
They grew old and eventually passed on, but not before passing their thrones onto their successors. The Children of the Sun were passed to a cheerful axe-wielder (who happened to be the Prince) named Matthias, while the Fairies of the Moon were put under the care of their narcoleptic, but lovable, Prince Heracles. While Heracles almost immediately married a girl by the name of Kiku, Matthias refused to settle down, having a seemingly endless stream of concubines.
As different as day and night themselves, it was understandable they did not get along. At all. In fact, they loathed one another. In both lands it was considered treason for a member of the opposing clan to trespass into the other's territory, and if the person who found them did not turn them in to the rulers... they would face the punishment.
It was punishable by death, and only by death.
A long time passed, and a new heir was born to each of the clans. In the Sun kingdom, the people ecstatically celebrated a strong and healthy baby boy, eyes as hard as jade, flaxen colored hair, already promising a fearsome warrior, though being concubine born. In the Moon kingdom, the people silently, but happily celebrated the birth of a fragile little girl, limbs as pale as the moon, hair a beautiful blond color, eyes as violet as the glimmer of the early night sky on a river.
The heir to the Sun Kingdom's name was Berwald.
The heiress to the Moon Kingdom's name was Tiina.
-To be continued...-
Hey! Hope you liked it! I randomly thought this up when thinking of a SuFin story. Please review if you want to.