Butterflies guided the Moon through the summer garden. He followed with young curiosity, leaving the party behind. His amber eyes were like a wolf's, watching his prey as it moved.

He shouldn't be out here, he knew. The Day was not his territory. He was supposed to avoid it. Until the solar eclipse, but he and the Day's daughter were not allowed to talk. He didn't even get to see the Sun. The Day was a foreign new world to him. So far, he'd tip his father's hat to this beauty.

The world is so alive. So free. Unlike I, who harbors sleep.

The Moon, son of Night, was a man more commonly known as Alfendi. He never ventured far from his home, because his father always told him it was too late to do so. His home in the Darkness. With the Night.

I, the single of the skies, famous among the stars, but shunned by the many.

This hedge maze was green, a color he barely saw. Grey was its common color in his eyes. He followed the two floating creatures. Were those like the glowing bugs he usually saw? Except for the realm of the Day? "Odd. But they are quite the sight to behold." He spoke to no one, nobody around to hear him anyway.

But someone responded.

"Thank you."

She, who spun the Earth, popular to all. Brought warmth to my skin and knowledge to my ears.

A beautiful young brutnette sat on a stone bench next to a smooth, white, marble table, hidden within the greenery. She placed a tea cup on the flat surface after taking a sip of its contents.

"Butterflies like these two are always active in t' gardens." Her ruby red eyes sparkled in the Light as she looked to him. "You're supposed to be at t' party."

He pulled at his collar and laughed nervously and quietly. "Yes. Well…" Then he remembered his manners. "It doesn't seem like we've met. I am Alfendi. The Moon, if you insist on professionalism. Though I'd prefer the former." He put a hand to his heart and bowed.

The Light giggled. "Such a gentleman. I've heard of you." Standing up, she abandoned her drink and moved towards him. "I am t' Sun. Call me Lucy if you'd like. I never thought I'd meet someone like you. Especially 'ere in my family's garden."

"I usually never leave the Night world. I get those notions of curiosity just like any other. Besides, parties aren't my forte unless there's alcoholic beverages." He smirked, his hair turning a vibrant red.

"You can't 'ave those before Noon!" She said worriedly.

"Just because it's your day, doesn't mean I must follow your rules. Besides, I can't purchase them before noon, but I can still drink them, Lucy." He chuckled. "Noon. Such an abnormal time for me, since I never exist in that time period. I'm usually on the other side by now, following the trails of criminals and drinking hard liquor with chums at a bar."

"I 'ave the same problem with Midnight. Though, right now I mostly read, go to parties, and 'elp my family when they need me."

Alfendi ended up sitting with her on that bench as they talked about their differences.

Our meeting was fabled, but truly the honor I felt. For having met her, my shell would melt.

Out came the beast, cold yet natural. She never knew, thinking it only I.

"Surely you've had some. At least once."

"My parents don't exactly allow me near drinks like that. And I don't really have time for them anyway."

"Maybe if we have a party at Night, I can give you some." He grinned mischievously.

Lucy rolled her eyes and let her gaze land on the sky above them. Alfendi looked with her.

But just like the Darkness, he never lingered.

Yet like the Light, he never faded.

Above them, the sky danced between a dark purple and golden yellow. This clashing never happened before.

"I believe we might be in some trouble." Alfendi stated, getting up to leave.

"Alfendi," Of course, his name quickly caught his attention, "if we ever do meet again, will you promise me one thing?"

Almost every fiber in his being push him to say yes, but his charm had to take hold. "Anything for my counterpart."

Lucy smiled. "When we meet again, and we will, don't break my heart and leave me all alone."

It wasn't like a threat. Alfendi really just sensed a slice of pain almost cut through her loving soul. He didn't dwell on it though.

The Sun and I, our destinies linked, knew not the bonds we should have never made.

Young and endless, like our time itself. The everlasting Day and eternal Night, brought together by the Dawns, Evenings, Twilights and Sunsets.

"Of course, my Midnight Sun."