Chapter 1
Up on the mountains that separate the borders, the tallest mountain on the border. Mount Targon. The closest point to the sun. A little girl stood. Staring into the rising sun.
"One day, I will be the defender of the sun." She thought to herself. She watched until the sun was high up in the sky when a familiar voice called to her.
"Leona." Leona turned around.
"Ah Diana. You're back. Are the elders done questioning you?"
"Yeah. It was a bit harsh… as always."
"You cannot say much. How many times have you gotten into trouble? I've lost count. The last time I remember is 20."
" I don't remember either. Countless. Probably." "You can't say much then." Diana paused for a moment.
"Yeah… I guess…" She replied.
"This sun though. It's-." Diana hesitated. "It's what?" Leona asked puzzled.
"Um it's beautiful." Diana lied. Leona stared at her. "Yeah. It is." She replied.
"I guess I'll just leave you alone now. Keep on staring at the majestic sun."
Diana said. "Okay. Careful on your return trip." Leona answered. Diana walked off. Leona resumed staring at the sun and admiring how beautiful it is.
Diana reached a distance where she cannot see Leona anymore and sat down sighting. Damn. Almost got caught again. Better be careful next time.
Diana actually didn't mean a she loved the sun. She didn't like it. She instead, sought guidance and solace from the moon. She thought the sun blinded her and burnt her. She shrugged off the cloth vest from her shoulder and stared at the shoulder.
The shoulder was burnt and red from the sun. It stung like there was no tomorrow. Diana turned her face from the sunburn and continued down the path to the village. Everybody stared at her. She hated it. She hated not being with her brethren. She tries to get along but it always ends up the same. Questioning with the elders.
Once she reached her home she lay down in bed, happy to be out of the glaring sun that blazed upon the village of Rakkor.
Diana woke up that night. Happy that the sun has gone down, she crept out of her house, hiking up to the peak of Mt. Targon.
The stars were shining. As beautiful as a cave of glowworms. She thought. She hiked.
Finally, she reached the highest point of Mt. Targon. Diana felt as if she can tough the moon and stars herself.
She stepped into the clearing and felt the gaze of the moon pulse through her body. The closed her eyes, stretched her arms out as if she was going to hug the moon. She retained that position. Taking in the joy of the moment.
Then sat down and thought to herself, Why do the elders not accept the moon? Why? Diana wondered to herself, sitting in the silver moonlight. She finally made her choice of studying the archives for evidence that the moon can be taken in and is not something to reject.
Dawn is almost upon me. I must go home. Diana looked up at the moon one last time and walked back to the village.