The Last of Dawn

The stars were gleaming like diamonds in the horizon. One star seemed to glow more brightly as time passes by. It did not take long for Frederich to realize that the star was the Sun growing ever larger and rising from the bottom. The moon was slowly fading away from his sight, and a golden edge had formed around the Sun, appearing from the horizon and slowly influencing its neighborhood until all the stars submitted and the sky turned into a light blue from its original pitch black. Frederich sighed. Stars are not Suns, and no a star can hope to challenge the might of the Sun, unless the star transformed into a Sun, or the Sun broke its dominance through overextension in their vile pleasures of manipulating other stars. Either this or they break themselves through internal fragmentation. But then darkness would swallow everything up, and the stars left without the guidance of a Sun would be too fragile to resist.