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moonlight. ( mikazuki miyashita // dreamsharers )
born, emerging from the light of the moon, you took the name mikazuki, for the third day of the second year of sentient life's existence.
and such a peaceful existence it was, in the beginning. the sun, your cousins of fire, the solari, watching over the earth during the day, and your people, the lunari, and your cousins of the stars, stellari, guarding the world in the night. dawn and dusk were the times where there was the rift, the balance, where your peoples could really connect. you enjoyed life as one of the very first, one of the counsel, a born leader from your very creation, and that is where the - no, your - story really begins.
you were one of few who advocated for never descending, but you only had influence over your own people. when the first star child descended and came back, spinning tales to all of how wonderful their time was on the earth, you could not stop the overwhelming want for others to descend. you opted to stay, in the beginning, because you were more content watching over your people from above. you could not deny you were happy for those who simply wanted a better chance to be with their better halves, on the other side of the time cycles, solari and lunari both who simply wanted to find a way to be together.
your people watched in horror as those who came together created an implosion in the cosmos, and friends who you had once known and treasured were gone, lost to the very universe you knew.
it was a rush, a coming together at dusk - stellari too, although they were more in shock of what had occurred - and the elders of your people came to an agreement, heavy hearts and regrets abundant. that the story from there on out would be that solari and lunari are never meant to come together, instead a conflict of your peoples would rage on through the cosmos from then. those who knew the truth were sworn to secrecy, as an effort to keep more tragedy from befalling the cosmos.
and truly, bitterness does reign when there is a realisation that the effects that cause solari and lunari to be lost, do not apply to your star cousins. stellari sunk into the shadows, enjoying the peace that they had always had, and simply kept the peace where they could. there is no real hatred amongst your peoples, but people continued to want to descend - and newer created, especially the more fierce-natured, saw opportunity for conflict on the earth.
it was from then that you volunteered to descend to the earth, barely in your thousandth year of existence, barely even nine hundred, to watch over your people who would come to earth alongside you. offering a sanctuary, a port of call when help was needed. descending with one each of your people, you each forged weapons, imbued with your respective energies, as a final gift to one another before you would be parted. the three guardians of the cosmics, walking the mortal lands, to defend their own from their own weaknesses.
you travelled, initially, and it was in this time that you met a young phoenix by the name of iris. she was several hundred years your junior, but in these worlds, things like that do not matter - your love burned bright, and perhaps, to this day, she has remained the only woman you have ever truly loved in such a way. even when you had to part ways, even with reluctance in your heart, you gifted her the sword given to you by your stellari cousin. you promised it would be your sigil - even if it was not your race - a reminder that you had existed. it was following that, then, that you settled in a village named northcove, just shy of your second millennia of existence.
you quickly made your place there, working alongside blacksmiths, but your experience as a leader shone through in your time there, and you soon found your place on the council that had been established in the village. your contributions were significant, and much of northcove's recent progress can be attributed to suggestions you had made in that time. because of that, then, the mysterious man who made strong weaponry, with a commanding charisma that no one could figure out how it could be assumed in such authority, was nominated as elder. although hesitant, you saw it as a way to help create some sort of sanctuary for your people in the village, and also a place for your brothers and sisters of the cosmos to find solace.
and despite your early reservations about descending to earth, you had come to love the people you had settled in amongst. so you took the position with grace, thanking them for their trust and faith in you, and you promised to lead them for as long as you were able.
in a world where races who live just as long as you, and do not age, the fact that you remained essentially the same for the next thousand years did not raise any eyebrows, nor bring any unwanted questions. since then, you have lead valbridge with a soft determination and wise words, helping the village reach good trading with the cities. even when the war raged, you saw no reason to allow the village to be harmed, and defended it from any potential invasions, even as your people went off to fight. you mourned. you prepared memorials. even they would not allow you to go, and you saw your place better in the village, as the pillar of defence.
you prayed for iris' safety.
the war passed, and instead, a new conflict emerged - a cold war of sorts, between the two kingdoms that had once worked so closely together, over magic and its dangers. you saw no reason, again, to get your village involved, trading with both cities reasonably and peacefully. you understand veris' position; the luck of the draw being so far away from nature's scar was a source of relief for you and your people, because you did not want to consider the very consequences of corruption seeping into your peaceful home.
and sometimes, you come across your own people. stellari and lunari alike, knowing of your place in the world - newly descended, newly created, and old friends alike - who come to tell you of happenings. you have heard of more deaths of your own much like the first who had come together - an incident, an accidental fight that had gone too far. your resolve is strong, knowing that what your people have spun is the best way forward, and it is likely there would have been so much more without it. but you do worry, sitting under the moon at night and gazing to the sky, wondering if you had made the right decisions. a guilt that your people have to be subjected to such a fateful lie.
you remain, a pillar of strength for people of the earth and the cosmos alike. you will keep your people safe, every last one of them.
no matter the cost.
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