A roleplay between @SilverNight and @winterwolf0100
Written with @SilverNight
A millenia ago, the world was barren and empty. There was nothing holding it together, nothing to stablize it, and so chaos was the only force at work. Without a guiding hand, the world would not have changed at all, and it would have been left to its doom of endlessly spinning through a wasteland of space. There was great need for control, and two forces rose to answer the call, one from the ages old darkness and one from a brand new light, turning this fragile world into their battleground. During the days, Aylonla, diety of the sun, destruction, and war wreaked chaos, spreading infectious laughter even as the dusty air filled with smoke and fire. During the nights, shorter than now, Civasi descended, diety of the moon, healing, and peace, and gave a healing touch to all around him, before fleeing in fear of Aylonla discovering his good deeds.
But one night, Civasi did not flee fast enough. Aylonla descended, prepared to bring death down upon the world, and stopped, seeing another being unlike any he had seen. The being had touched the earth, and where his fingers grazed, grass sprung out of the cracked dirt and creatures moved forward for shelter in his soft, loving gaze. And Aylonla was frozen, watching the wonder he had never seen unfold before him, and that night, the moon stayed in the sky longer than it ever had, near as long as the sun stayed, as Aylonla watched Civasi.
The following day was subdued. The sun still shone, but it had a comforting warmth to it instead of the harsh, burning glare that the world had always known. And whenever Aylonla saw the wind blowing the dust and ashes of yesterday's conflict, he remembered what he had seen Civasi do, and did not raise his hand to start another. As he turned away, leaving the horizon behind, Civasi emerged to heal the earth as usual and found there was nothing to mend.
From then on, every time they were in the sky at the same time, they always found each other's eyes with a smile.
And so, against all odds, the day fell in love with the night, and the night with the day. Their chase across the sky became less of a battle hunt and more of a waiting time for the soft dawn or vibrant twilight where the two could be together. The earth still cracked and shook during the day, and still closed its wounds at night, but there was balance now. Aylonla provided the conditions for life to exist in the light and warmth of his sun, and Civasi let it flourish and grow in the rest of his night.
Creatures began to rise from the grass that Civasi created, and monsters began to form from the dust Aylonla left behind. Dragons and beasts stalked the land, their rage burning bright like the light above, and every night when Civasi descended from the stars, the animals seeked him out for shelter, hiding away in the cloaks of the sky he wore upon his shoulders, running from the destruction that stalked the day. As day and night melded, silver and gold mixed, and tremendous animals exploded into being, the best of which were the humans. Aylonla and Civasi, in their love, had birthed the first creatures that were neither night nor day, dust nor grass, but a mixture of both the war and peace that they had sprung from. And as humans scattered across the world, Aylonla and Civasi's love deepened, and the dusks and dawns lengthened, and the lines between healing and destruction, peace and war, the sun and the moon, blurred.
But as humans began to rise, so did the fear of them. Their strong hearts lent themselves to both love and hatred, and in the hot days war broke out amongst them as they strove for power, land, and wealth. And Aylonla and Civasi watched, heartbroken, as the product of their love began to spoil. Until one night, Civasi descended to find yet another massacre, another village found dead, children slaughtered, blood seeping into the earth. And he had had enough.
"Aylonla!" He called, pulling his moon from the sky, the first short night in so long, watching Aylonla wake from his rest and lower himself to earth. "We must put a stop to this!"
"It is their nature," Aylonla replied, tears falling like dew as the morning rose. "We cannot stop it, only hope to guide them along a better path."
And Civasi, so calm, so sweet and so kind, knew what they had to do. "We must rid the planet of them. We must destroy them before they destroy everything that we have built."
And Aylonla, so destructive, so playful and fiery, could not accept the words of his love. "No! We cannot destroy the very creation of our beings!"
Because you see, the sun and the moon had fallen for each other too hard-- their lines had blurred, and they had so much of the other inside them that conflict rose, swift and brutally, as they began to argue. The sun and moon remained frozen in the sky, neither rising nor falling, a dark dusk expanding across the entire world as they argued and fought.
The ancient dust that had remained settled for so long stirred up again, at the same time that the oldest cracks and canyons of the earth closed. The earth knew neither peace nor conflict for long as the deities quarreled in a brand new way. Each deity was at war with his own nature, his own dominion, and this is not how a world can stand.
So blind were Aylonla and Civasi to the aftermath of their own actions that neither realized that one of them was piling the ash up high around them, and the other was forcing it to settle, which barricaded them away from the rest of the world. They lost control over the sun and moon, and all the times of war and peace between humans. And as the ash piled up, their souls began to weaken, so cut off from the world that they could do nothing to stop their own prisons from being formed around them. The two soulmates, locked in a prison of their own making, were forever separated from their creation that they had so loved and loathed, and separated from each other.
The sun and moon move on their own today, both in the sky for exactly the same length, and it is us humans that decide when to sound the horn of battle or raise the white flag of peace. And as Aylonla and Civasi remained trapped by the ash of their own fights, they slowly began to deteriorate, bodies wasting away in their prisons, powers growing weaker and weaker by the day. Until one day, they vanished completely, never to be heard or seen by human civilization again. The celestial beings that had been so essential to their creation and survival were nothing but a memory, held as a guide for what is now the people's way of living. And all that remained of their essences were strands of silver and gold.
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