Long ago our tribe people used to tell stories of the spirits interfering with human affairs. Most of those stories have been forgotten; except for one. Some say it's because the story is true; others believe it's only a myth. But all that changed with one girl. The story I speak of is that of the Moon spirit and her lover.
They say it was a time of Great War, a war that encompassed the whole world. The Moon spirit was still a mortal, and the princess of the North Pole's great city. When a brother and sister from the South Pole came to the North Pole with the man who would save the world. The sister had the power the move water to her will, and the brother was a warrior. The Moon spirit's eyes met the warrior's; they fell in love. They spent almost every minute together. Telling each other stories and legends; every day their love grew stronger.
One day the North Pole was attacked and the original Moon spirit was killed. The princess knew her duty, for the Moon spirit gave her life. She had to give it back. The warrior protested. But she told him she had to do this; it was her destiny. That day she became, and has been ever since, the Moon spirit.
Every year on the solstices the spirits are allowed to walk the earth and interact with humans. However most spirits cannot be seen unless they wish to. Each year on the Winter Solstice the Moon spirit would go down the place she died and became the Moon spirit, waiting for her lover. But he would never come. One year when the Moon spirit had almost given up all hope that her lover would ever come. She looked around and saw a figure standing near the pond where the Moon and Ocean spirits used to swim in.
There was something eerily familiar about the figure standing by the pond. She made herself visible and began to walk slowly toward the figure, which she could now see was a man. She began to breathe very quietly; until it almost seemed liked she wasn't breathing at all.
The man looked up and saw her; he gasped and took a step back. She looked into his eyes; seeing someone from her past. It was her lover. He recognized her too (spirits don't age much). They ran toward each other and took the other in their arms. Their love was just as strong as when they last saw each other.
The lovers talked for hours about their lives and their adventures. They kissed and when the solstice was almost over. They said a tearful goodbye, and promised to see each other again in any way they could.
But this is not the end of their story. As with all great legends, it is said that its effects move us even today.