THE SUN AND THE MOON:-

Chapter 1:

Selene sat at the window of the small underground cottage she had lived in for those last dull, monotonous fifteen years. Many times she had yearned to escape, to run away, far off, where even Mother Gothel could not find her. Send had she many letters to her kingdom, the Kingdom of Moon-gem, all in vain. By the magic she managed to procure through her song she had managed to get them there, undetected, but the magic had not been enough to get her out of this prison. Meanwhile, a handsome man on a horse rushed past and after a while, was seen to be heading towards the entrance of Selene's lonely homage. Lyon! Selene almost fell from the chair in her astonishment. Lyon and she were childhood friends until Mother Gothel had taken her away, on her parents anniversary when she had been five.

Lyon swiftly walked towards the house, glanced back, walked again, stopped dead and again, as a statue unfreezing, started walking. And then the door, which, for so long had remain closed, the rusted door, which had cut off the wails of a sobbing child, had stifled the bangs of reckless anger and spite, that iron-bolted door burst open and from within it's confines rushed through like the free wind, like a joyous doe, Selene, clad in silver, her blonde hair held back in a plait, her dark blue eyes wild with excitement, right into the arms of her savior."Lyon!" she exclaimed, her voice mild and soft yet taut with emotion, "So at least one of my messages must have reached home. Come on, let's go before she knows, and she will, trust me."Lyon looked at her, lost for a moment by the pale face and the shining hair and the silver glow around her, and then the fear those penetrating sapphire eyes conveyed was seen by him, and mounting the horse, taking up he bridle, he lost no time in taking her to town.

There he told her that as rumour had it, Mother Gothel was dead and dead she remained, so Selene had none to fear by now. "She is not. " Selene replied, "Mother Gothel is not dead. She knew she would die, by the magic of my spell. She made me give her protection. She ages, yes, but dead, she is not. I can vouch for it. Mother Gothel is not dead."

"But how can it be? They say the Princess saw-"Lyon began, but was cut short, " What Rapunzel saw was only an illusion. Mother Gothel was protected by the song. You must remember the song we used to sing as children. And you'd told me once that you saw me disappear suddenly from your life. It was the future you saw. Her song, I know. It reverses the past. Mine shows and protects to some extent, the unfathomable future. Listen and tell me what you see:

Moon-gem, gleam and glow,

Spread your silver shine,

Make the clock go fast,

Show me what shall be mine.

Let not it be hurt,

Hurt what shall be in time,

Protect what shall be lost,

Show me what shall be mine,

what shall be mine...

" In short Mother Gothel's life is protected by my spell, but not her youth, not her beauty. She will age, but will not die. To be young and strong enough to kill me, I think, she needs Rapunzel, so we must warn her... Why is the market so crowded today?" Selene said looking around for they were now on foot, having reached town. " No idea." Lyon replied, "But we'd better get to the palace, that place holds some answer. I saw it now, when you sang."


Author's Note:

This idea may be over used, but that doesn't mean the story's bad. a few more chappie's will, I hope, reveal the fact that this isn't common. i may not update frequently, but please don't put that against me, I'm going through a tough year.

Please review. It gives me confidence, and the urge to keep on going...