And Through and through.
Maan's war.
Maan's war.
"No! You Daybirds will never take me!" I yelled at Slunce, chief of the Daybirds. "Well, I know something you would never live without." Sneered Slunce. "Your family." "You wouldn't! All day brings is sorrow." "Happiness." "Death." "Life." "Now tell me, you are the only creature on this planet that loves sun. Some like it, and All Moonhounds hate it. Bats, so many creatures hate the sun that during the day it's just a war. War! Does that bring death?" I yelled. And then the world went black.
I could see my son, my Ay, looking over me. But I wasn't there. Was I dead? Yes, that's the only way that would work. I was dead. Then I sang, sang as if My family depended on it.
"They say day brings light,
Brings life,
Brings Truths,
But I know the truth,
That the sun is a skull..."
Brings life,
Brings Truths,
But I know the truth,
That the sun is a skull..."
That was my only choice. To sing and follow.
Stars
Ay's reason
Ay's reason
"Ay. Wait." Said Lalin, a comrade in war. I barely heard her. It was hard work, pulling the wagon to the graveyard. "So many lost souls...." "Ay, they aren't that lost. Just dead."
"A skull of war,
One two, three four,
The timer ticks
and I just kick..."
One two, three four,
The timer ticks
and I just kick..."
"That's true, Lalin."
A starry night in Hěvzad
Lune's story.
Lune's story.
"Månen! Lune! Dinner's up!" As me and my sister ran to the dinner table, my mum, Mond, opened a large platter. On it was a large christmas ham. "Mom! This looks delicious!" yelled my sister. "Nen, don't just shove your face in it!" My brother, Ay, laughed from the stairway. "Ay!" we cried. It had been years since he had gone to war with the Daybirds. "Where's father?" His face grew grim. "He... he died. I'm so sorry girls, mum..." we all cried, the delicacy of the ham forgotten. We went to bed with heavy hearts, the sun rising on the horizon. I sang, as I always do when I'm upset.
"And as night grew into day,
We tucked up and hid away,
Even the moon so strong,
Has to head to death's old song..."
We tucked up and hid away,
Even the moon so strong,
Has to head to death's old song..."
We cried at twilight ever since, Remembering Maan.
