Intrigued, you pick up the card that appears on your right. But the moment you touch it, a chilling feeling runs down your spine. Dread fills your senses and for a moment, you feel as though you're in the middle of a catastrophe. Then you notice that the image of two weeping beings - the sun and the moon - are moving.
"It is you and I, forevermore."
The words softly ring in your mind as you watch the images unfold.
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"It is you and I, forevermore"
The sunchild once told the moonchild, under their willow tree at the border, next to the little garden the moonchild had cultivated since their younger years, and the little stream the sunchild once fell into. At that time, they held each other in a tight embrace, afraid life might rip them apart then and there. They were meant to promise forever, but forever looked awfully grim now, as the moonchild stood surrounded by terrible beasts. In a corner, three kits lay covering in fear, and panic gripped the newly made warrior. Their eyes looked left and right, fright in their mismatched eyes. They tried to move, but were frozen in place. Fighting was going on all around them; they wanted to close their eyes, to run away, pretend this wasn't happening. They wanted out and away but the warrior couldn't. They were surrounded and if their closed their eyes the beats would surely launch for them. They weren't ready for death, but they were so frightened all the same. They wanted this all to stop.
Suddenly, one of the beasts made a run for the little group of kits.
"No!"
They called, more fright than ever filling her sense. But a sudden burst of energy pushed her forward, leaping to block the path between the kits and the beast. They met the animal halfway, claws unsheathed and teeth searing with anger as they plunged into the animal's thick pelt. And disgusting, metallic taste filled their mouth, but they pressed on, set on protecting these kits she'd babysat so often during her apprenticeship.
The fight was long and arduous. Adrenaline and fright pumped in the warrior's veins, but at least, finally, the kits were safe. Alas, the same couldn't be said for this warrior. As they turned to look over their shoulder from the fallen beast to the shaking kits that ran to their parents, their eyes lifted to the sky one last time. They crumpled. Their eyes went dull, glistering with tears. One last time they looked at the round moon high above, and one last time they thought of their love, the sun, praying for their wellbeing.
Only they did know that the sun, too, had fallen.
They did not know they would be reunited among the stars.
They did not yet know, that this would not be the last time they looked up at the moonlit sky, albeit not in this lifetime.
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