This is a story about the Sun and the Moon.

The sun goes around the Earth every day chasing the moon, but is never able to catch it. 

The moon goes around the Earth every night chasing the sun, but is never able to catch it.

The sun only ever gets to be with the moon once every few years during a solar eclipse. 

However their union only lasts a short while . The sun is always very angry to leave and always wants more time with its lover. 

The moon only ever gets to be with he sun once every few years during a lunar eclipse.

However their union only ever last a few minutes at most. The moon is always depressed having to leave the sun always pining for a few more minutes with its lover. 

The sun and the moon are always left wanting more but are never able to spend more time with the other. Forever chasing the other in and endless cycle.

Will the sun and the moon be able to be together this time, or will they be torn apart just out of each others reach. 

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Mid-day.

Atop a roaring volcano filled with molten lava, with a floating rock platform in the middle. A young girl with red/ orange yes and blond hair stood on the platform. She wore white pants that stuck to her thighs due to all of her sweat, and a wrapping over her chest. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail, pulled away from her face. A sword in her hand which was smoking from the immense heat of the volcano. 

"Easy now. Feel the heat of the lava and the sun and strike. Using all of your strength in each attack." A man yelled from the side of the volcano. 

The girl in the center of the volcano listened to his instructions and brought her sword up above her head. She was doing a standard downward slash. 

"SLASH."

"WHOOSH."

She brought her sword down hard and fast with all of her strength and caused all of the lava in the direction of the strike to part. Like the red sea.

The woman didn't stop there and in the same motion continued through and did a diagonal slash to each side. Pivoting on her heel, she moved around the platform with grace and elegance barely missing the edge. 

"WHOOSH."

"FWOOSH."

All the lava in he surrounding area of each of her strikes moved and parted away from the platform. Showing just how powerful each attack was. 

A bead of sweat trickled down her face and onto the ground sizzling and evaporating as soon as it hit the platform. 

"Whew. Did I do ok grandpa." The girl asked the man standing on the side of the volcano who was her grandfather. 

Her grandfather wore a white cloak and covering, he had long flowing grey hair with red highlights and orange eyes. He smiled at his granddaughter.

"You did great sweetheart. Just like I taught you. Your a genius."

"Hehe." The girl giggled and hopped onto the smaller stones that were floating on the lava back to her grandfather. 

Her name was Ignia Solas. 13 years old and the future leader of the great Solas family. 

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Mid-night.

The glowing moon in the night sky down down onto a snowy mountain top. A young boy with silver hair and eyes covered by a black blindfold. All he wore was a pair of thick black shorts without a shirt. 

The frigid wind whipped his skin as the snow fell all around him. With his sword in hand he swung in a swift but slow movement. Each time the boy swung his sword it looked like it was going in slow motion. However it was going extremally fast, if you looked closely you could tell that the boy had perfect form and didn't hesitate in the slightest. Each of his swings was meant to kill.

"swoosh."

"slash."

The boy stopped the snow falling dead in the air, when he finished with his movement all the stopped snow flew back upwards clearing the sky. 

"huff." Cold condensation came out of the boys mouth when he exhaled.

"I still can't get it right. It should have more flow and power in it." The boy said as he moved to the side picking up his shirt and a small bowl of warm water off the ground.

Taking a sip of the warm in the frigid air helped the boy warm up and relax. 

The boy walked into an opening at the top of the mountain, inside was a small abode with just enough room for a bathroom, kitchen and a small bed. The only decorations the boy had were two small paintings of a man and a woman. 

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad but it seems like I still need to practice my technique. Don't worry I will make you both proud." A small tear fell from the boys face but froze instantly in the crisp air, shattering once it hit the ground. 

The boys name was Frigus Luna. 13 years old. Sole survivor of the once great Luna family.