Chapter 1
Long ago, when it was just the two of them, Light and Darkness lay sprawled over each other.
It had been just them for millenia now and they were quite content. They didn’t have much to do, nor much to look after and spent most of their time tucked into each other.
What happened next, was purely an accident - the birth of the Sun and the Moon.
They had been talking, when, on a sudden whim Light tagged Darkness and gave chase.
They ran after each other by turns and in their joy, gave birth to the Sun and the Moon where their feet touched the void.
Of them came the Sun and the Moon and of the Sun and the Moon came questions of identity.
They - the Sun and the Moon - hadn’t known who they were. Only that they were together.
Their beginnings were rough. They fought a lot and it was centuries before they got into the pattern of going around the earth.
Of their decision came the lineage of the Sun; people who traced their ancestry from the Sun and worshipped it.
Everyone knew that the Sun and the Moon were disharmonious; only causing trouble whenever they were together but Francis saw differently.
Wasn’t keeping distance from each other, it’s own kind of harmony? Didn’t it show grace and wisdom? Wasn’t it the result one of companionship, even if it were strange?
Francis’ teacher bowed his head and called Francis wise but secretly, he disagreed.
Everyone knew that the Sun and the Moon did not get along and a young prince was no force of nature, let alone someone powerful enough to change reality.
Francis had learnt of such betrayals at a young age; it’s what made his nature so reserved and his heart so troubled.
He knew there was no one in the palace; in fact, no one in the world who would oppose him. He was, after all, heir to the Sun kingdom but what good was their ‘love’ if it was based on blind acquiescence?
So, to cope with such stings, Francis kept himself lonely on purpose.
He spent his time alone and grew a penchant for it.
He grew an imagination and wit to rival the finest in the world and he also grew a reserve that no one could penetrate.
A rose with thorns was what Francis had become and no one dared prick themselves on his reserve for who knew what malicious thoughts festered in that lonely mind?
Who knew what would become of them once they angered the lonely prince?
Chapter 2
