How the Moon came to be
Chapter 2: It Rained Fire
The Tiny Silver Light followed the young Blue River’s gaze for he looked alarmed and in shock. Her brilliant eyes fell on the Red Sun, swollen with anger and disbelief. Her first thought was that the Red Sun looked magnificent. His aura was alight and vibrant with throbbing energy. The Blue Sky was turning bright red. The Tiny Silver Light stood transfixed. She slowly made her way out of the cove into the brilliant red glow cast by the enormously engorged Sun. He looked divinely. She couldn’t look away. Together, they made a sight that would put the most beautiful wench to shame.
The Starpeople had gathered to watch and everything stilled. But the Red Sun was beyond himself. He couldn’t look at the minx. Oh, she would pay! But not now. The Red Sun’s glare never wavered from the young Blue River, who was cowering by the cove. The cove wanted to protect him as it had done for many years but no, the Red Sun was powerful, much too powerful. The Tiny Silver Light was perplexed. She had known that the Sun would be angry but she had underestimated the extent of his wrath. She looked back at the young Blue River and was amused. He had promised the world for her just seconds before but her sweetheart was afraid now. She held no contempt, no judgement. The Earthlings were different. She was overwhelmed with an overpowering urge to protect him, for the Sun could destroy him but he would understand. The Sun would understand as he too had many wives. He would understand that love was to be given freely and the lust would forever be one’s companion. She gazed over at the Starpeople, her children, her beloved children. It was not right that the first lover’s tiff had to happen in front of her children. But she could understand. They were afraid. For her.
The Sun turned his attention towards her. She looked perplexed before turning her back to him. He willed her to see the cowardly young Blue River at his worst. He was cowering! And how could she choose him over the Sun, the mighty Sun! She was his. Only his. The Sun knew he could never forgive The Tiny Light but oh, how he loved her! But no, she couldn’t see. Fleetingly, he thought of the moments when he would try and try to make her jealous. He would talk endlessly of his other conquests. They were all easy for he was The Sun. She always listened patiently without the tiniest of quirk in her form. And with interest, too! And she would question about various things. She never failed to amuse him. Always lively, always engaging. She even made friends with his various other wives. She held no qualms about the Sun being with several of his wives. She was unlike any other woman he had ever been with. But his other wives secretly hated her for she was his favourite. The Sun always suspected that she hid jealousy under her downcast eyes when he would lovingly look at her and hid it well. He never held any secrets from her but one: he had never bedded any other woman since the day he set eyes on her. That, he wanted her to savour tonight, when he planned to tell her that she was the only woman for him and he did not want any other.
The Sun could not have been more wrong, for the Tiny Silver Light never knew about jealousy. Oh, she had heard of it but never had she experienced it. She turned to the Sun. She raised her hand as if to caress him. He jerked away, still very, very red. She was confused for the Sun’s eyes held more than disbelief and anger. Was it contempt? She raised her head and searched his eyes. But he wouldn’t look at her. She made the tiniest of sounds, like a wimp. The Sun hardened. Their eyes met. Hers a clear, guileless hazel and his, a cruel scarlet. He fumed and fumed for he was a man and he couldn’t rain liquid fire. Not in front of her. He ordered his children to their homes. They scattered away. He thundered and the young Blue River cowered more. He rose so high in the sky that the Tiny Silver Light had to crane her slender neck to even take a glimpse of him. He glowed ruthlessly. Her slight form tensed. She sensed danger. She was now afraid, very, very afraid, not for herself but for the young Blue River.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. The Sun wouldn’t do this to her. If anything, the fault was hers, if she could call it that. It was too late when she realized what the Sun was capable of. He wreaked havoc. Red fire splattered the sky and thunderous balls of firelings scooted from his rays. She screamed with all her might. With all her grace still intact she rose opposite him, to try and talk sense. But, in his fury, the Sun had already set his firelings and the young Blue River was to receive what was due. Except, the Tiny Silver Light interrupted. His beloved, Tiny Silver Light. His fury turned to despair. He was so very afraid. He raced after her slight form that was falling down, disintegrating rapidly on to Mother Earth. No, this could not be happening. Not to his love. He could forgive her anything. The Sun only wished for her to live on. He could forgive her anything. She was why his world was alight with hope. What had he done, in a moment of fury!
He caught her, midway. He forced himself to cool down to his habitual Golden self. Wisps of Silver aura died away even as he mildly caressed her. The Golden Silver were out now and were howling in despair. The Silvery Pewter dotted the perimeter and were mighty shocked. The Tiny Silver Light was withering away, so slowly. So was the young Blue River but none looked his way. Only his cove mourned him silently. The Golden Sun turned Orange hoping against hope that the Tiny Silver Light would wake up. He was the almighty. He never had to pray for anything. But here he was, bent in desperation and anguish against her frail form, holding her close and raining huge drops of liquid fire. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything happened to her. Then the impossible happened.
