There was a time, long ago, when the earth was still in its infancy, and mankind was hardly the warrior species it would grow to become. Darkness shrouded the earth however, and the gods of ancient times felt a deep sadness because of it. Earth was, after all, the most beautiful of all planets to gaze upon for them... and it is said that the darkness shrouding the planet made even the gods incapable of viewing its beauty. The tales of the old say that it was because of this that the gods formulated a plan and, as one, began to shine upon the earth from the distance they were fixed in. Mankind would grow to call these lights stars, and these stars would light the way for man through the once darkened void that earth had been.

However, the light of the gods seemed so fragile... some lights would flicker in the heavens, while others on occassion would burn out completely, as though the god had grown tired of the planet and her beauty. Not only was this a problem, but there was also the fact that the light was so very dim... and though it was an improvement on the darkness of old, the light was only just enough to let man travel safely through the dark void of his world.

So, despite their love for the world they lived in... mankind grew to detest the gods in the heavens. They would look to the skies with eyes blazing in anger, believing that perhaps the gods were taunting them with this light... giving mankind only enough to get by on, when they might be capable of so much more. Some began to believe that perhaps the gods were afraid of the potential which man held in his hands, not only to shine brighter than them, but to one day reign over them.

Nevertheless, ages past with mankind living in the shadows of his world, lit only by the stars which forever seemed to hang over their head. Time would pass, and man would remain seething in silence in the prison of their world... until a child was born who would, in time, light the way for them all. No one is quite sure how the child came to be, though there are tales of a god whose light had burnt out on the night the child was born... suggesting that, perhaps, this god sent forth his light to the child in hopes that he would calm the angered cries of his brothers and sisters.

This story seems to match up, of course, with the results of the child's life. Here was a child with a strange, uncharacteristic love for the gods who shined from above, even among his peers who detested them just as their fathers had before them. This child often prayed that perhaps one might shine bright for the beauty of the world to be seen by all, and allow his friends to be thankful of what they had. Again, though perhaps merely another cooincidence, it was on the night when he last prayed this prayer that one of the stars in the heavens shined brighter then it ever had before.

Mankind would one day call this strange phenomenon a super nova... but it is said in the tales of old that it was, in fact, one of the distant gods who had finally heard the child's prayer. Feeling remorse for the innocent child who dared stray from the hateful nature of his peers, the god sacrificed his light to bring about a great display in the heavens, one which indeed lit the world for all to see. On this night, when the light let all who walked the earth see its beauty... the child's fate had been decided. For upon seeing the beauty of the world, the child knew that he could not let it merely fade back into the shadows. He knew, of course... that such a light as that which was provided by the god might never again be seen.

Thus, the child set out to see the world lit up once more. Throughout his life, he trained himself to become an image of the gods up above... and when the child grew into a young man, he had finally realized his destiny. It was a night like any other when it happened, but the tale says that as mankind continued his ritual of wandering the earth in darkness... an orb appeared in the sky. Made of rock and dust from the earth, the orb hung high overhead, only barely visible in the beginning. Mankind stared in wonder at this new sight in the sky, knowing it was not a star, and curious as to what it might be.

Yet this wonder would eventually turn to praise... for in just a short amount of time, the light from the gods in the heavens began to reflect off the surface of the orb, giving it a holy glow as it hung in the sky. Far into the future, mankind would learn to call this orb their moon... created by their own to help light the world through the darkness. Yet on the night when the moon had been formed by the young man to light the world... there was another who watched on with greater scorn than that which he held for the gods. Here was a young man who wished nothing more than the best for himself, and his determination in his endeavours would allow for him to take much of what he desired.

Here, dear reader, is where the battle lines would begin to be drawn. For on the night of the moon's birth, so too was there the birth of the jealous son. The son would soon begin his own desperate rituals, knowing well the ways in which he could join the moon in the sky up above. Unlike the moon, who was partially blinded by the darkness which surrounded him during the days of his own training under the gods... the jealous son could train in the light generously provided by the moon, using his kindness as an advantage to gain rank overhead of him.

The night would come, not far into the future after the moon's birth, when the jealous son would grow impatient with his trials and attempt to rise against the moon. It was the first of many battles fought between the two, and the first of many that the jealous son would fall in. Yet it seemed strange to the moon, every time the battles ended... for this young man would stand and walk away to learn the mistakes he had made in battle. For every failure the jealous son felt... he would study his mistakes, and come back stronger.

Yet every time the clouds of battle thinned, the jealous son felt his jealousy fading. Soon, it would turn to respect for the moon, and even friendship through their battles. Yet it wasn't until their last true battle that the jealous son then realized his own ability. Legend speaks of the battle finally ending with the moon fading from the view of mankind, a great light soon overtaking the darkness once and for all.

The jealous son had finally fulfilled his destiny, and became what future generations of mankind would lovingly call their sun. Yet with this final battle, the tale of the sun and the moon would not end... for soon, the sun grew tired. His victory had provided him the means to light the way for all of man, yet he soon grew weary from the amount of strength it took for him to guide them. It is here, legend has it, that the bond between sun and moon solidified... for even after failing in their battle, the moon returned to aid the sun, allowing it to rest until it was ready again to shine for mankind.

Thus began the cycle that mankind would call day and night, as the sun and moon worked together to accomplish the dreams that both had shared. Together, they grew increasingly stronger... and the planet of man would benefit greatly because of it. Yet all such things must inevitably meet their turning points, and it was the gods of old who soon grew jealous of the two risen deities. Many of these gods rebelled against the sun and moon, who worked together to end their threat and continue helping the earth prosper.

Yet it is said that the words of the wisest of gods would eventually touch the ears of sun and moon, and they realized that at the end of all things... only one could prosper. For if the moon should realize the height of its strength, its light could rival the sun itself. Yet if the sun were to realize its potential... never again would it need the rest that night provided. For either of the two to reach the level they so desired... they would need to snub out all light other then their own, so that in the end... the world would only need focus on them alone.

And thus... the war had began.