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// Our Genesis 
// Story: Stars and Midnight Blue 
// by Wordless Prism 
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Favonian had just been relieved of his duty in Celestia’s day guard, and was walking through the royal gardens. The night is cold but the moon and starlight seemed to sooth the Pegasus. A light whispering rain was in the air, and in the pale light from above it appeared as tiny moon drops, which had come to give him a new coat of cold. It was then that he heard it. It made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Is that… weeping?” He pondered. The wind carried the sound to him ounce more. "There is no denying it." He thought, aloud. 

'Someone is weeping! I loathe how it sounds so… yearning, and yet lovely and soft? Like a song.' He pondered. He walked until finally he beheld who was crying. “Gasp… Princess Luna?” He looked upon her. 'Oh may… she is the most beautiful creature I have come to see in all of my days.' Struck dumb, he stood there for a time. Until he finally came to his senses, He felt strange, watching her like this. He wished to help her; he just could not stop himself. With newfound courage, he stepped out from his place of hiding, and asked.

“Night, oh night on black tapestry bright, why doth thou cry tears of stars?”

Straddled, she looked up with a gasp. It was then that he saw her face and had to catch himself from his sudden weakness of his knees. The way her amethysts eyes pierced him like a cold blade, sending a shiver throughout his spine. How her hair, was swept up in the wind, staying in the air longer than was possible. The horn and crown that adorned her head looked as if angels carved them. Moreover, her face itself would make the Gods and Goddesses, bow before her. He crashed back to current time when she spoke.

“Knight, Sir Knight, bound to my sister’s daylight. Doth thou not see that tears are words, which cannot be said?!” She huffed agitated.
We do not wish to make words with anything, lest of which, thee who would not even address us with mine title!” She finished, daring him to speak further.

'Such anger!' He thought. 'What should I do?' he wondered. 'What can I do?' he sighed. 'I started this, and I’m going to see it to the dawn.' Therefore, he spoke.

"Slow for slow, calm in calm my lady Princess, of the moon, if thy heart cannot be said…,” he thought of what to say. “Sing, your inner turmoil unto me. And I will hearken unto it.” 

'SING!!! He would dare to ask, US! A Princess, a demigoddess, ruler of the NIGHT! To sing like some bard?' She blazed. Smoke starting to steam from her eyes. 

“Please understand, I know what it is like when feelings kill words from the tongue. I have found it to be, that words are made clear when one sings their troubles.” He spoke quickly, fearing that he is just digging his own grave. 

'What an arrogant schmuck. However, tis obvious that song and poetry can have the ability to bring clarity, of one’s feelings at heart.'
An exasperated sigh escapes her. ‘Tis this the cruel hoof work of fate? The universe doth work in mysterious ways. All right fate bring it on I shall play thine game. However, it irks me every time when sister is right, and now he comes to… that pompous little… sigh… his words ring with truth. Maybe he is right, what could it hurt? Damn him to Tartarus… FINE!' She saw his wisdom, but did not like it.

“Hold Knight, we beseech thee, for what you ask of us is pain, in sorrow of great depth.” She consented. 

Favonian released a breath; he did not know he was holding.
“And so I shall hold, and wait and look upon you, Luna so fair. For your moon is going, and I am not use to being here, Tis late.” His eyes went wide; his mind realized he openly called her beautiful. 

‘What! Again, how dare him.’ She raged in her head. “Thou art bold and a natter! For we doth not find in where your questions matter, Still wisdom hath touched thee, so hold once more and hearken unto me. One who walks the day.” She said ‘day’ with such venom; it made him wince. 

And so it came to pass, she sang unto him. Her voice was like unto a soft breeze on a serine morning. Vibrating though the air like a strong wave, that washed over him like water on rock. The sounds that came were so marvelous and captivating, he felt as though he could reach out, and touch the sounds in the air. 

“My eyes will bleed tears, my heart will spill poetry.”
“All who look upon me fears, all I wish is for harmony.”
“I lie and on grassy bed, the stars shine just for me.”
“The night is my delight; soft on spirits freed.”
“I talk to the moon, though tis gone to soon.”
“Where is its soft white light? No longer is its beauty in sight.”
“No longer can I put forth this fight, I’m left with the sun’s radiant might.”

As her voice faded, it seemed as though the air around them was about to cry out in sadness, wanting her pulchritudinous voice to continue. To say he was entranced would be putting it lightly. To him words could not depict how he felt, all he could comprehend, was that ‘something’ was starting to form inside him. In addition, the worst part was, it hurt, and he was in longing for something but what he did not know. Yet when he looked at her… everything felt, warm. 

“To sadness, my lady, like the moon in thy song your voice is gone to soon.” He said breathlessly. 

Luna felt a little blush at the complement, despite her best efforts. 'Hath he no leash on his insolent tongue? We shall scold him once more; maybe he will cease his flattery.' She thought. Although she rather fancied it, she felt as though she could keep listening to him, and his pretty, soft, green eyes. 

“Gasp” her eyes want wide. 'What am I thinking! His eyes are not ‘pretty’ like an emerald. GAH! Just calm down Luna, steal thyself.'
“Go and lay thine sweet words thick, like a noble, alas like the noble, twill not come into mine favor.” She replied. ‘Maybe that will shut his cute little lips.’ She thought triumphantly. ‘Oh please keep talking! ‘She pleaded with her eyes.

‘She looks like she is expecting a come back?’ maybe some humor?’ he wondered, at least she has cicied her weeping.
“Thy words strike me to the core lady, for thou art to curl, to mine peasant heart.” He said with dramatic jesters and a smile, to let her know it was a jest.

“Indeed.” She said with a laugh. “Thy should have been in theater, or perhaps a court fool. However, we hath done as thou hast commanded. Pray tell ‘Sir’ what thou think of our words?” she asked, genuinely curious on what his opinion may be. 

“Thy song.” He stopped, looking for the right words. “Thy song hath touched mine sprit. Tis so sad, for I look to your timely occupation of night; and I see a heart glowing in the void. To brighten death for those who would sleep. Sad though it is that they slumber whilst your work is awake, my moon take much comfort. For my lady, in a world of blinding gold, thou art a soothing silver.” 
‘Please don’t make her cross once more.’ He prayed.

‘How is this stallion not a politician? Or, a poet? Surly he would make kingdoms fall before hi… wait… WHAT! Did he say?'
“Thy moon? Your Lady? Has it come to be that thou hast turned sweet upon us? Thou hast not but seen my face and herd mine voice. Tell us, knight in my sister’s serves, how, can this be?” she asked. She would not dare to revel that his words had pierced her to the core. 
‘Who is he to try and woe us?’ She thought.

‘Oh damn me to Tartarus!’ He cursed. “Ah well… You see, your majesty, I hath not the talent of a silver tongue, with the ability to take his feelings from his words. For I am a worrier pure, and honest, I ask for forgiveness.” ‘Why cannot I have a filter on my accursed mouth?’

“So it would seem. Continue knight.” She wanted to see if he really was infatuated with her. Maybe it would not be such a bad thing. 

“As you wish.” 'I cannot start lying now, not much good it would do me.' He supposed. 

“In truth I’ve not the knowledge as to what these feelings are. It in a sense, tis a pain, yet how something that feels this bliss can hurt is beyond me.” He all but whispered. “It is like unto a soft lump residing in my breast. Tis… painful.” He spoke into the darkness. 

'Tis true, he hath succumbed to some enchantment of one’s doing! Moreover, this one is… us.'
Luna lefts her head towered the horizon; gazing into the wake of a coming sunrise. As if, she is looking for something far away.
‘The time for us is over; mine sister is to wake, for we must rest.’ She stated in her mind. An audible sigh escapes her. 

“Sadly knight, are time is at an end. For we must lay the moon to rest, and so we to must rest.” She said, clearly saddened.
‘He is a brave one, and honest, honest to a fault! Rather becoming face.’ Her eyes wondered over him. 
‘GAH!! Get thy mind out of the gutter Luna, by the stars! To point, yes we think he disserves a gift.’
“Thou hast pleased us knight of day, ask one thing and if it be in our power, it shall be given unto you.” She offered. 

‘Oh… she must go? I am in need of rest, but can I feel wiry in her company? Hhmm… she wishes to give me an offering. The only thing I would wish for is…!’ his eyes widened as he came to his conclusion. ‘Come on Favonian, just ask her. What is the worst she could do? Say no? … YES! For it would be the worst! Tis fine… I can do this.’ 

Clearing his voice, he spoke. “If it be true that I court your favor, I would simply ask to return, here to be in thine presents. If that is not to bold a thing?” he whispered, so softly that only because she is who she is, did she here him.

‘Of all the things; he only wishes to converse with us? We… I can do that.’ She concluded.
“Tis well in our power, to do this thing which you seek, nevertheless, thou hast to come to the night and forsake thy day. Or does not a knight require slumber?” She said with a light laugh. 

‘At least she is happy and not cross with me. Honestly? I will do anything she would command of me.’ 
"Ha-ha, I see, yes it will be as you say, my lady.” He bowed. 

‘A bow, tis about time, the hour of formality has long died, but tis still flattering.’ She thought with a small smile. 

Therefore, it came to pass they said there farewells. 

“Until we meet again; Sir, good day.”

“Till than princess. Good night.”