The sister of the Moon said: “Give me now my silver arrows, for I should strike down dead any one who would dare come between us.”
The brother of the sun held out his golden bow to her: “A weapon such as this may only be brought from the abyss”.
His answering voice was like an echo of her dream before she dreamt it.
“Swim, enchanting sister, while my light is still cool, deep, into the salt-filled waters”.
The Moon queen cast off her linen robe and dipped one foot into the ocean, shielding her eyes from the blue-lit morning star as it rose up on the Eastern horizon. Every other face turned toward the rising sun as she made her way to the bottomless abyss, heedless of the dragon chained within