A/N Well, this goes to Ruth, who's fanfiction name is unknown to me… because she gave me this amazing and wonderful idea. She knows it… surprise to you!

in this desert land
i know some rain must fall
see where we began
we've come so far
on this harbor shore
we hear the ocean call
in our minds at war
we have so far to go

shine with all the untold
hold the light given unto you
find the love to unfold
in this broken world we choose

in unending storms
we search for space to breathe
how our hearts are worn
we've come so far
in this desert
how we blossom and we cease
tell your story now
we have so much to know

vienna teng, shine

I slept at night. I slept deeply and I slept hard from putting so much of myself forth in the day. I do not remember a time when I failed myself, or when I showed up too early or too late. I was bright and I was good, and I was strong.

He shone as bright as ever, just like me. He learned, and he survived. I watched him. I watched how far he went. How, even before she had even let herself look at him, she had helped him. But mostly, he helped himself. He probably would've gotten along without her, but it would've taken longer. Anyway. I watched him struggle to cross a dry, barren place of gray. I watched him as it slowly dawned on him that he was still breathing. That he was choking.

I watched him as he found that place where he could be free.

Humans… they have such short lives. Lives that blossom and wilt all at once, like a match lit in a storm. Some realize this and give up. Some don't and naively keep trying. And sometimes, there are those rare ones who realize how small, unimportant, and flitting that they really are, yet try and struggle to make the best of it. He had been middle one until the day when he realized that speaking wasn't allowed. He had been the second one until the day that he found something worth living for.

Her. The daughter of my rival, my mirror. Mirrors always did reflect the opposites.

She always seemed to think that her children were the best, the most courageous, and the strongest. Ha. Truly, my children are the best, for even if they shine their brightest and their truest and their best in my glowing warmth, and they sleep through her silver beauty.

My children—even I must admit—had flaws, though. They were stubborn. They had tempers like the flames that burned so strongly inside of them that they burned outside, too. They needed that soft, silver touch, like the call of the sea, to calm them. The moon's children were steady and soft and easy, and they contrasted my bright and beautiful children like I did the moon. But. My children truly are better.

I watched as she healed his heart, living up to even her mother. I watched as she showed him that he was not worthless, that he was not somehow less because his father did not love him the way a father should.

Unlike the mother of the watergirl, I make it known that I am watching. This is a way of making myself invisible—we all have our ways.

They were right for each other. She made my son better, for no matter what the moon may say…

The sun truly is the brightest, strongest parent a child can have.

A/N Sorry if this isn't as good as my others… I thought it would be a cool idea… it is, actually. But I think I did better with the moon… but I hope you like it anyway! And isn't that all that anyone can really do? Hope that they made other people happy, because they tried?