Morning is my favorite time of day. It's quiet, peaceful, cool, and not too bright.
I love the light, I swear I do, but sometimes it's just a little too much for me.
Oh, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lucille, but you can just call me Lucie if you do desire. I am the Deity of Light. Now, that doesn't mean I create light. Oh heaven's no. I just represent the spirit of Light. After all, my name does mean "Bringer of light". Rather fitting, don't you think? I don't personally think so myself, but what can you do?
I can't remember the first time I laid eyes on the world. Nor can I remember ever not being a part of the world. I feel like I've been here for ages, yet there's the possibility that I've only been here a few minutes. I've lost all concept of time in this life of eternal youth.
Sometimes I ask my sister, the Deity of the Sun, the simple question of "Why?" to which she responds coldly with silence. Our relationship is complicated and often times I reflect on it and wonder if we're even related at all. We rarely talk and whenever we do, she's scolding me for taking advantage of my gift.
I don't understand what my sister means when she says I have the strength and power to do great things. She has proven time and time again that I am nowhere near her level of grace and dignity. I do love her, I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but there are times where I am envious of the love and power she has. There are times when I wish that everyone loved me instead of her. There are times where I want to take control of myself and stop letting her lead me.
WIP