Once upon a time, there was a young girl, maybe around the age of thirteen, who wanted to soar through the stars and gain her name. Every night she'd watch her five older brothers dance and glide across the night sky. Dusk, the eldest, would go out and turn the sky all purplish and pinkish. Twilight, the second oldest, came out to make the stars laugh and play, making them light up the sky. Comet, the middle child, flung the meteors to the ends of the Earth, causing them to catch fire. Midnight, the fourth brother, dragged his fingers through the sky and turned it pitch black. The last brother, Dawn, turned the sky from the pitch black to orange and yellow. Everyday, the little girl would fall asleep dreaming of shooting stars and bright laughter, and every night, she'd stare up in awe at her brothers, working and playing and laughing as one big family. This brought sadness and pangs of loneliness to the girl's heart. One day, before she fell asleep, she saw more kids flying through the sky, bringing morning to the world. She wasn't surprised, her brothers did it every night, but she was startled to see another boy her age trying to fly like his siblings. He'd jump into the sky, as high as he could, and would rake his fingers through the clouds, creating shapes in the fluff. Because of this, that night she jumped into the sky and touched one of the meteors making it brighter than the rest. So every night she'd jump up and tough the same meteor, and every night, it grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Until finally, she jumped up into the sky and stayed there, right beside her family. Her family smiled and looked at her handiwork, and gave her a name that made her glow brighter than any star.
Her name was moon, and she glowed like an angel. |
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