of the sun and the moon
the second of the two legends designed to aid in my writing.
when the dragon race was young, there was a beutiful white 'ness named geramia. she lived not far from the border of two kingdoms. an orange drake named larik pined after her, often leaving freshly killed prey by her cave in secret.
months went by before he dared approach her. he explained where her weekly meals had come from, and she gladly spent several weeks getting to know him. she too fell in love with him, but war raged on the horizon.
on the day they were to combine, during the beginning of their mateship ritual the opposing kingdom invaded. in the ensuing chaos of the early evening geramia fell in battle. larik crooned and mourned his love under the gaze of the full moon for the duration of the night. but the enemy soldiers moved on.
come the early onset of the morning, he realised his heart would get no solace and flew after the enemy encampment. as the sun rose that dawn, it shone brighter than the days before. the sillouette of a lone dragon in the center.
he cast a spell, and in it he poured all of his loss, pain and rage. in that moment, the sun touched the earth, kissing the army that wronged the drake. when the sun returned to the sky, it took him with it.
larik found solace in the skies, as his love was taken by the moon. there they dance, in the skies. performing the ritual of mateship, of love, for all eternity.