The final bit of story, finally. Thank you so much for reading.
Despite seeming so happy, they all once lived in the world of night. They would sit and gaze at the moon, watching the traces of reflected sunlight fall to the earth and wonder if they would ever see the sun.
They were hounded by their pasts, the ghosts of the long forgotten haunting each and every one. Always glancing over their shoulders and casting looks at those who mistrusted them, they would stare at the moon once again and give up their hope.
Then their sun came bursting into the sky, in a dawn that was so brilliant with color that should not have even been possible. Blues and greens, pinks and purples, oranges and yellows, and the whites and grays of the clouds reflecting the colors of the sky. It was so truly beautiful, it left the waiting speechless.
They pulled themselves to their feet and followed the sun.
