The moon. A glow of light in a sea of dark. A force so powerful, yet so serene. It was as if she could hear it sing, vibrating through the air like secret humming, yet when she pricked up her ears, only silence greeted her. A pleasant silence, almost amiable. It made her feel like a solved puzzle, without a single missing piece, to gaze at the moon and bask in its radiance. It made her feel at home.
Home… Light. A different kind of light. A blinding fire, burning with rage, scorching the land and turning skin crimson red.
She brushed two fingertips over the back of her hand.
The Solari. The worshippers of the sun. The people she had wasted so much time of her life trying to belong to. It almost made her laugh, a grim sound bubbling in her throat.
Always seeking approval. Always trying to make them see. Trying to tear their gaze from the blazing sun. To look at the truth…
"My eyes are open", she breathed into the crisp night air.
They simply refused to listen. They'd rather live in ignorance, not knowing true light, true power, too pushed into the role of slavery to the heating ball of fire, to such a degree that they couldn't acknowledge the fact that, perhaps their mighty sun wasn't the only light to guide them. Perhaps there could be another way. A different way of living. If only they would have listened…
She gave a small chuckle, the sound of it rolling in the dark grass around her. They never listened. Not a single one of her pleas had been heard. No matter how long she had tried, they had never taken her seriously. They had simply deemed it impossible that there could be another force, another goddess, a completely other entity. It wasn't as if they had actually considered those new ideas. No; the moment they realised that her truths weren't simply blindingly rattling off the Solari principles and philosophy, they immediately dismissed it and acted as if she hadn't ever opened her mouth. As if there was naturally no other power as great as the sun's. As if the moon was a threat to the sun.
She couldn't help but slowly shake her head.
The moon was not a threat to the Solari. It never had been.
All she had wanted was a new society, one where the moon and the sun existed unitedly, as equal elements, in peace. Such a world… such a world had once existed.
Her lips grew together in a thin line.
Yes, it had… until the Lunari, the followers of the moon, were brutally betrayed by the Solari, slaughtered, murdered to the very last one, without so much as a second thought.
An entire order, wiped off the face of the earth.
And for what? Why? What excuse could those fucking… Solari have to do such a thing? They did not have the right. They did not… have that right.
No… And now… even now… Even when she had shown the elders actual proof of the moon's power.
A heretic, they had called her. A traitor. A danger to the sun.
Well… if that's what she was considered now, then so be it. If they would not accept the moon's glory, then she would show them. Oh, yes, she would show them all. The elders were just the beginning.
On this lonely path, without a family and without even a place to call home – even though she had never felt at home with the Solari – the moon was all she had.
She let out a shaky breath she didn't realise she had been holding and set her eyes on the object of her admiration for many long years. All of her previous life had she given up for this. To be able to serve her true purpose.
Yes, the moon was all she had. And, closing her eyes and feeling lunar power flow through her lungs like air and through her heart like blood, gently, soothing, Diana knew… the moon was more than enough.
