It rises bright and early. Similar to a pot of molten lava, it pours out its fiery oranges and reds into the horizon. Like fingers stretching out to the sky, bringing with it a new day. Gradually, the sun fuels the sky with its brilliance and warm glow. It indicates a new beginning. We normally don’t regard the sun and moon, entering and departing our skies. Beyond our time, there is a tale told of how this came to be.
It was never dark nor light. Always in between. The sun and the moon ruled together over the people. The sun wanted the sky for himself, so slowly he pushed the moon away. The moon felt this and created a being of her own. The moon named her Killa Ñust’a. It was a china that possessed enthralling eyes, like sparkling kaleidoscopes of color. They were ocean blue with hints of celery green. She was sent to keep an eye on the sun’s creation.
Inti Amaro was an ordinary man, or so the people believed. He roamed amongst us and lived like any of us. He was the representative of the sun itself. Soon it would be time for the Incan Sun Festival. A wonderful time for the people. They would perform a sun-worshiping ceremony. Many people came to Inti’s house since he prepared the festival.
“Rimaykullayki.” called out an elderly woman when she approached the house.
“Welcome, allillanchu?” responded Inti, as he sauntered to the entrance.
“I’m fine, thank you. How are the preparations for the festival?” asked the woman.
“Wonderful. They’re almost done.”
The woman grinned from ear to ear as she recalled the happy memories of years past. Then she walked away. Inti made sure she was gone and resumed his work. He had felt a “disturbance”, he was committed to finding out what it was.
The day of the festival arrived at last. The people were laughing, singing, and dancing. Many people were also bringing their offerings.
The breeze grazed them, as it did every day. There was something incongruous today. The Sky turned from polished yellows to a blanket of charcoal. The wind cuts through their skins and slashed their marrow with constant harsh blows. Under the light of the pale moon, it unveils itself, warped by crystalline scars.
“Inti Amaro,” Killa Ñust’a bellowed, “show yourself.”
Nobody knew who this mysterious woman was.
“Who are you?” Inti asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Killa Ñust’a. We have come to take our rightful place.” she sounded robotic like it wasn’t her own voice.
Her hands lifted up to the sky showering a cold entity upon the lands.
The people screamed as they scattered in fright.
“What are you doing? Sinchita chiriwan.” Inti exclaimed, wrapping his arms around, as if giving himself a hug.
Not a soul in sight as the heavens and the earths shook. Inti shivered while Killa kept her hands high up. Spreading out from the dark brown corners of the pupil, shades of pale, golden brown appear. Inti’s eyes sparkled more than usual, rays of light came out, attempting to bring warmth. When he lowered his head the rays shot at Killa, making her crash against the frozen floor. This was an accident, but Killa didn’t know that. Infuriated, she swung her dominant arm behind her, guiding the ocean. The waves were powerful, with enough force to destroy bits of land.Inti was washed over by its great power. This time, Inti shot a ray from his hand, hitting Killa on the leg.Killa was tired of this nonsense, but Inti kept on going. Each attack was returned by a more powerful one.
This lasted many hours, no one knew for sure. Killa was at her weakest point. Inti started glowing, light radiated from his chest expanding to the rest of his body. As he was ready to give his final blow,
“Wait!”Killa tried to shout but failed miserably as she was weakened.
Surprisingly, Inti still heard her and froze.
“What is it?” he curiously asked.
“I. have an idea.”
“Tell me.” Inti urged.
Killa paused, thinking over on how to tell him her plan.
“What if the sun and moon ruled at different times? For a certain amount of time, the sun will rule. During that time it would be warm and sunny. After the sun goes down, the moon will come and rule. During that time it would be cold and dark.”
Inti thought carefully. If they divided the sky equally there would be a turn for each. Everything would be fair. It was either this or nothing.
“Ok. But the sun will rule first,” he answered.
“It’s a deal then.”
They shook hands as the deal was sealed. Together they fixed the damage that was done to the village; brought the people back from their hiding. Both explained the agreement to the people. The people were content with Killa’s idea. And so hand in hand, Killa and Inti floated up to the skies and took their place with the sun and moon. Now you know why there is day and night. When the sun comes out, Inti is next to it watching how we have grown. When the moon comes out, Killa is next to it watching us too.
THE END
china= young woman allillanchu?= how are you?
Rimaykullayki.= Hello. Sinchita chiriwan.=I’m very cold.
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I love how you started this story, especially “Beyond our time, there is a tale told of how this came to be.” It set the tone well and made me want to continue reading!