The world laid before her. All of it was strung out at her hands. She could do with it as she pleased. She could throw the stars from the sky, turn the summer cold, wash away the mountains with her tears. The world was gray and bleak and only she could give it color. Only she could return the blue to the sky, the grass to green, the sun to the golden orb it used to be. Of course, that's if she wanted the sun to rise at all.
She pushed the reflecting pool away, pushing the Earth and Moon out of her sight. She gazed around her dark room. She could make it light and happy with her will and a flick of her wrist. But she kept it dark like her soul, her thoughts, everything she was. She sat alone in utter silence.
Then she screamed.
No one heard her, nor felt the scream tremble and vibrate off the walls of existence. She wished for everyone to suffer as she did, to be alone and sad and angry. No one should have happiness if she could not bask in it herself.
Night was falling, at least she was letting it fall, and she left her realm. She sailed across the wind into the night pulling the crescent moon behind her. Then she sat upon it and looked down at her kingdom. Lights slowly went out in houses until it was only dark below her. She spied one pinprick of light floating like a ghost upon the wind. Who dared be up? This was her time on Earth.
She slipped off the Moon, her silvery hair flowing behind her, as she fell down, down, down to Earth. She landed in front of the light and she glowed like the Moon itself. The man holding the light took a step back upon seeing her. His face was illuminated silver, starlight shone in his eyes.
"Goddess," he said in a sharp whisper. His voice trembled. He failed to show her proper respect by bowing or kneeling, but she failed to notice.
Beauty. She thought it had ceased to exist, but here it was in front of her. With skin of ivory and hair of ebony, this man possessed what little beauty the world had left to offer. His eyes were dark pools of night and his lips slightly parted in surprise looked all too tempting. The goddess forced herself to turn away from him and she began to disappear back to her realm, back to her reflecting pool.
"Mortal, return to thy home," she said. "The night is mine."
She disappeared then and the man was left in wonder. She was luminescent. Her eyes were a pale blue and full of sadness. Her features were all soft and blurred by her aura. Her hair, long and silver, floated around her at all times. Her skin was like snow with rose tints in her lips and cheeks, and all of those features were immortal.
Gazing into her reflecting pool, the goddess watched the young man, Ebony as she had nicknamed him, go back to his home. She watched intently as she realized he was alone like her, all alone to face the wicked world she controlled.
A twinge of guilt panged in her heart. Had she caused Ebony sadness by making the skies gray? Had she placed a burden on his shoulders by making the fields barren? Was she responsible for him being alone? She wanted to change her ways for once, and maybe make the Earth a paradise so that she may see Ebony happy. But then he wouldn't be alone. Surely a mortal woman would find him, and love him, and marry him.
Never! The goddess could not stand the thought. But if he could not be happy alone, and she couldn't see him with anyone else, what was she to do? She wished him to be happy. She really did.
And then she knew the answer to her problem and his loneliness.
Author's Note: Short little beginning. More to come soon. I really hope you'll like this story. I very much liked writing it. Please review.
Until the next time,
Ai No Senshi
revised