A fiery golden ball slowly dissolved into the waves. The clear, blue, rippling mirror of sea collected the dying rays of the sun, and out of them created a reflection - so the world could see it one last time. The sun set the sky ablaze with yellows, oranges, reds and pinks as the seagulls squalled shrilly for the last time in the day, before flying off to their nests – a picture of hundreds of bright comets in the sky.
Night was coming. Twilight held on to the last rays of sunlight but was eventually overcome. Masses of pitch-black troops swarmed into the burning sky and cloaked the world into Night's blanket of darkness.
Night sat on his throne as his troops launched a series of dark galleons at the Moon, but the Moon's armada, shaped like a crescent, held firm. It roared in defiance, as if to say that though the Sun had been temporarily dispelled, He and the army of Stars would not let darkness rule! Light would always be there, fighting. Even if he was overcome by the dark forces of the Night, the Star army would not be defeated. Light would always have some power.
Night snarled, a vicious, blood-curdling sound, and pondered over Moon's defiance. He devised many a scheme on his board but all had some flaw or the other. At last, he let loose a thunderous cry and flung down his board, which floated down and dissolved soundlessly into the ebony sea. He sat on his throne, thinking, wondering, waiting. Waiting for Dawn.
Meanwhile, Dawn had been gathering his forces – Sun had healed and Morning Sky had joined in too. Then he charged with his trusted band of Light troops. Night and his forces fought viciously but eventually the grasping hand of the inevitable defeat gripped Night in its vice-like grip. Sun saw his opportunity and surged forward. He waded through a column of black warriors, and seated himself on his throne of golden light. The reign of Light had begun again.
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