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Long ago, the world was under the divine rule of the Kingdom of the Sky. They were just rulers, whose priority lied in the needs of their people, and yet there were still those who saw no value in their work. They sought to destroy the nation, and would laugh in pitiful glee as it burned. However, whilst such a fate would inevitably occur, it was not as soon as one would imagine. The Queen of the Sky heard news of an invasion far earlier than they had expected, and knew that, above all, it was her duty to protect her people.
The kingdom of the sky worshiped the renowned God of Eternity, who had watched over their lands for millennia. The queen turned her attention to them, calling upon their power in an attempt to find some way to keep her land safe. The god heard her cries, and felt sympathy towards her cause. He graced her with two holy items – the Staff of the Sun, and the Cape of the Stars. She used these items to create two divine warriors: one born of day, and one born of night. The two worked together in harmony, and easily took down all those who attempted to overthrow the throne. Temples were erected in their honour, in which they would sit and listen to those who prayed, meeting once in the morning and once in the evening, when the lines between day and night blurred.
The queen, still weak to her mortality, died on a snowy winter’s evening. Such snow continued for the time the world mourned her: for twenty days and twenty nights. after this time, a new ruler was crowned – the queen’s son. He was different from his mother. He was cruller, and weaker, and held no love for his people. The new king was a power-hungry tyrant who loomed over the world as an oppressive dictator. When the threat of war loomed over their land, the king collected money to help fund their army, so that they could attack should the situation arise. However, as it was revealed, there was not a single threat; the idea of war was his on idea, and he paid someone to act as an opposite force, simply so he would have an excuse to rob the kingdomers of their money.
Disgusted and dishonoured by their king’s conduct, the people came to the temple of the sun and moon every dusk and dawn for twenty days. They begged the two warriors to take action against the king, however the two refused. Whilst it had been in the reign of the snow queen, as she was later titled, they had sworn themselves to the throne. They could not act against the king, they lamented, however they had no obligation to attack any opposing forces.
One faithful day, a neighbouring country launched a true attack on the Kingdom in the Sky. The king, too reliant on the strength of the warriors, had put up no defences. The warriors, however, refused to fight. They evacuated their people into safe areas on the land below, and stood by as the throne fell, listening to the screams of their king until they died out.
It snowed that night, as the Kingdom of the Earth took control. They treated the people of the Sky with kindness, and took them in, allowed them the land that they rightfully owned, and changed very little. The only difference was the name of the ruler. He reminded them of the Snow Queen, and it was not long before they treated him with the same respect they had her. The people of the Sky continued to pray to the warriors, and the people of the Earth did so too, until the age-long conflict slowed into a stop, and there was simply no need.
Slowly, the warriors faded into darkness, becoming nothing more than children’s tales, myths to pass around in taverns. They did not mind though. They continued to guard their land, until they saw it fit to protect itself, and fell into an eternal sleep.
It was millions of years later that they once again awoke. They remembered next to nothing, but could vividly picture each-other’s faces. They searched amongst the world to find one another, and yet they could not. Neither were sure quite how many lifetimes had passed, how long they had been searching, and yet they knew they could not stop. They would not settle until they held each other once more. It would be many years, but they would wait, so long as they met once more.
It was their twentieth lifespan in which they met once more. Perhaps it was a sign from their god that it would be in a time of powers similar to the blessings bestowed upon their people in the days of old. They were on opposite sides this time, and yet there was an immediate sense of camaraderie that could only be established after years of fighting alongside one another.
It was never brought up. They ignored the aching pain in their chests as they got oh so far, only to turn away at the last second. They said that they were satisfied with merely knowing the other was safe. They told no other soul of their past – they were simply a detective and a criminal. Nothing more and nothing else.
The flash of blood forced them to admit otherwise.
They watched their companion fall in a blur of crimson, and a scream ripped itself from their throat, body lunging to their side, hands clasping at the fabric coating their body. Those they had familiarised themselves with through the years stood by their side eyes trained on the duo in confusion.
A light engulfed them, blowing up smoke that covered their bodies. When the dust settled, they were no longer in the forms they had been. Instead, they were stood, wrapped in each other’s arms. One had a cloak wrapped around his shoulders that glimmered like a thousand stars, whilst the other held a staff of pure heat. They stood, sobs wracking their bodies as once again, the warriors of the sky were reunited.