Young Writers Society

It had been a thousand years since the Earth had faced a devastating apocalyptic explosion from an out-of-orbit meteor. The world recovered very slowly, if at all, with a war starting between the tribes in search for resources crucial for their survival

After witnessing the human race face such danger of extinction, The Sun and the Moon promised to help the humans, but for the exchange of a child for each planet, for they couldn’t have their own children. In their desperation, the tribes accepted the deal, and one family sacrificed their two children, where the newborn son was taken by the sun, and the young daughter was taken by the moon.

The Earth faced a massive recovery in the matter of a few years, and everyone got back on their feet and improved their surroundings. Stories and prophecies quickly spread around, telling the tales of the celestial sons and daughters, myths that were shared between all the nations.

New mutations started to appear, from new eye colors to superhuman abilities. No one knew where they came from, or how they came to be. But they did know one thing: It meant war. Civil wars weren’t something they didn’t anticipate, but rather something they prepared for. They wanted to know the root of those powers, and they were willing to do anything in order to find a way to expand it to the rest of the world, even if it meant drinking a chalice of one’s brother. It disturbed the era of peace, causing all the powerful ones to die, leaving the powerless with no resolutions or answers to their slightest questions.

It was the waking call for all the nations. It pushed them to separate themselves to different districts, mainly based on their appearances, to keep all conflicts away from starting between the nations, reviving the peace between them

Now in the present, all the districts have allowed immigration in search of jobs or for education, as each district competed for the best of universities and boarding schools.

Prophecy

From the few prophecies to make through the Civil war, this was a particularly famous one. It was about a little girl, who would grow up to be one of the moon children, the strongest, to be exact. She was the chosen child to be left at a young age, just before adulthood. She was the one to retrieve their right from the traitorous sun that rebelled against the celestial pledge, the cause of the distressing unbalance in the harmony between the days and nights

The story had been altered many times. Some of which said the sun would take its right from the traitorous moon, others said the moon would fail to bring back the harmony, thus giving the sun the power to destroy the moon, meaning eternal day.

But the oldest and purest story concerned a little girl struggling through her teenage years, leaving behind her hometown due to her father’s incompetent methods of managing the family’s finances. She would be picked on and talked about because of her difference in the districts. She would put up a smile day, and weep quietly at night, talking to the moon as if it could hear her. And little did she know, it was. One day, a shadow messenger would blow her a message from the moon, telling a brief short message. And that’s the story that I will tell you, the story of Luna, the delicate flower of darkness.