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The Reaper of the Stars

In the days before skyscrapers, before the continents shifted into their current place, before even written word, it is said that the Sun and the Moon would shine on the Earth in tandem. The warm Sun loved the Moon and so gave parts of its light to the cold Moon which proudly shone the reflected light granted to her by her lover. The warm touch of Sunlight kept the humans on Earth alive, their crops thriving and their skin warm and brown. The Sun kept the humans alive, and She shone down on them with a smile, proud to be theirs.... And so the Moon was banished into the Night, where she shone her milky light onto an empty sleeping world below. The lovers were separated, but to keep them apart was impossible. And thus the deities were born. —————— The Deities, the physical manifestation of the Sun and the Moon, forever cursed to reincarnate and find each other anew each time. On Lucian's 16th birthday, he is awakened to his power as the Moon. Surrounded by an odd group of allies, he sets out on a search to find his Sun and save her from whatever fate may await them both at the hands of their many enemies. —————— DISCLAIMER: Not my art in the cover. Found at https://pin.it/L8i46AG Trigger Warning: Descriptions of violence, use of curse words and slurs as well as bullying and transphobia. Creator is trans (dw im not an asshole.) All writing is mine. All characters and ideas are purely fictional and any resemblances to real people or previously written works is purely coincidental.

ghostcryptid · ファンタジー
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27 Chs

Fight

"There you are, moon bitch."

Oz was staring at the man in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Two asked with annoyance dripping from his voice.

The man walked into the room, followed by a group of tough looking men covered in garish tattoos, wearing matching wife beater tank tops.

One giggles nervously. "We got Aysel first. You can have her when were done I guess."

Oz spun around. "Huh? So I'm disposable? I thought you needed my help?"

One motioned for Oz to be quiet, but Oz already finished.

The tattooed man laughed. It was crude and ugly. "You need her help? Funny story, we do too. We'll take her off your hands for her."

"No can do amigo." One replied. "We were sent to get her and we have to bring her back."

"Hmm. Well you need her, I need her. How do we settle this?" said the tattooed man, walking up to One, standing so close Oz was sure One could feel his breath.

Suddenly the man raised his hand. Before anyone could react, he has punched One. It was a solid punch that everyone heard.

The group of five were stunned at the action.

"Let's get those fuckers!" as One yelled this, the other four lunged at the tattooed men. Chaos ensued. Tho greatly outnumbered, the five were holding their ground against the bulky men. Oz could barely see what was going on. He heard a -thunk- and a scream. Five.

"One went down! One got knocked out."

Oz curled himself into a corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. He couldn't stop things, his mind was racing.

"I don't wanna fight. I don't wanna fight. I don't wanna fight. Please stop fighting."

He saw the five being knocked out by the bulky frames of the tattooed men. He didn't want to be next.