A little girl with stark white hair tugged on her grandmother's coat sleeve. "Grangran, why aren't the Sun and the Moon up at the same time? Why can't they just share the sky? Why isn't the Moon up all the time, or the Sun?" Her grandmother smiled, a twinkle in her silver eyes.

"Do you want to hear a story about the Sun and the Moon?" The grandmother smiled at her granddaughter, and the little girl bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She said excitedly. The grandmother chuckled and lifted the girl to sit on her lap.

"Now I shall tell you, the story of the Sun and the Moon..."

The Sun and the Moon, two celestial beings of infinite potential and possibility, have always tried to own the same sky.

Sol, was the embodiment of the Sun.

Luna, was the embodiment of the Moon.

Every day and every night, they would battle on the star filled battlefield to be the one who was victorious. The two beings seemed to be locked in an endless battle for victory. When one would slay the other, they would temporarily die, and the temporary victor would take to the skies. To give up, meant to die.

There always seemed to be a pattern. The Sun would win the battle, only for the Moon to challenge him twelve hours later, and win. Then the cycle continued. Many thought this cycle would never end, and that they would have to watch their gods fight each other forever.

The people on Earth worried, of course they did. Their deities were fighting one another, but this did not affect the people's daily lives much.

The scariest battles, the scariest fights, the ones that affected the people below, were the ones where either the Sun or the Moon, won twice in a row. Instead of having the light return so they could wake up, they would rise to see only darkness. Instead of light fading so they could sleep, they stayed awake in a weary trance. Not once did their gods notice the havoc they caused in these times. Not once, until the Moon decided to visit.

For once, she did not sit on her throne of victory in sky floating above Earth, and gaze at the green and blue ball through a window. This time, she wanted to touch it. To feel it. She wanted to know the kingdom under the sky she had won.

Upon her arrival, she expected the people inhabiting the planet to be rejoicing over the moonlight. Alternately, they were doing just the opposite. They huddled in fear, gazing at her round grey palace from below. Then, the Moon felt it. Her palace hung in the air, completely motionless, like an axe looming above, waiting for the order to execute what was below it. It shone with beauty and omnipotence. And it was terrifying. A feeling a dread settled around her, so she fled.

Now, after millennia of conflict and strife, millennia of battle and defeat, one day, when the two deities met on the battlefield once more, the Moon did not immediately draw her weapon, a shining axe.

"Draw your weapon, Luna, so that we may fight to finally decide the victor," the Sun shouted at her. He already held his glowing scimitar out in a fighting stance. His golden armor glittered from the thousands of stars that lit their battlefield.

His statement only made the Moon hesitate more. "But why, Sol?" Her voice was quiet and small for once. She looked up to meet his eyes. Silver met gold, and the world seemed to pause around the gods. "Why do we keep fighting? Is it to win over the sky, that we will eventually lose to the other?"

The Sun opened his mouth to reply, but his eyebrows furrowed. Only now, thinking about it as the Moon had mentioned it, did he realize something.

He didn't know.

"We've been fighting for so long, too long, that we've forgotten our true purpose," the Moon said sadly. She clutched the moon shaped pendant around her neck, her eyes dropping to the scarred stars beneath her. To the scared people huddling in their homes.

The Sun went to say something to argue back, but he faltered. He started at her in wonder. In all their battles, he had never realized how beautiful she was. How her long silvery hair curled before her waist line, or how her pale skin had a faint glow to it. In all that time, they had been so focused on a purpose they could no longer remember, that they failed to even notice one another. He sheathed his weapon and smiled, coming to a conclusion he never thought he would.

"I surrender."

The Moon looked up, startled at the new turn of events. "Pardon?" She was sure she heard wrong. There was no way that the prideful and strong Sun would not fight until the bitter end. There had to be a mistake.

"I give up," he said once more, startling her again. "I, the Sun, allow the Moon to win this duel."

As he said this, the Moon knew she couldn't accept it. If he had a reason for surrendering, then so did she. She didn't know what his was, but her's was for the people down below. "No," she spoke with dignity. "I, the Moon, allow the Sun to win this duel."

They smiled at each other and the war was suddenly over. They learned to share the sky, by switching every twelve hours, just like their battles, but without strife. They would take their turn surrendering each time they met on the battlefield. The Sun missed the battles with the Moon though. They would connect in ways, that just talking never could. But if he were to suddenly battle her, all agreement and trust between the two would be lost forever, and they would be locked in an infinite duel once more. So he did what he could.

The Sun died every day, just so the Moon could breathe.

The little girl's grey eyes sparkled with amazement. "So that's why they can't share the same sky. It would frighten us, right?" The grandmother smiled.

"Of course, dear. They do this for us," the grandmother said to her. The little girl turned to face her grandmother.

"They're wonderful gods, aren't they, Grangran?" The grandmother smiled affectionately at the Sun that was high in the sky, as she held her moon shaped pendant close.

"Yes, I suppose they are."