She watched the Moon from the cracks in the wall of the tower where she was kept prisoner every night. Tendrils of light escaped through the cracks where she pressed her eye against the wall. But for all the light that could escape, it was not enough the draw the moon’s attention. He still kept his back turned on her, his face towards the earth as he searched for her there.
She could hear his faint voice above the Stars’ singing. The Stars were singing a dirge for one of their kin who had fallen, trailing the last of her light across the night sky. The Star who loved the Moon and whose heart had been broken by him. He neither noticed her love, nor saw her fall. So they sang a dirge he did not hear as he searched for the Sun on the horizon where the ocean spilled over the edge of the earth.
But the Tower of the Sun was always kept just outside the Moon’s eyeline by the Nightcloak Man who spread the darkness over the earth each night. Each evening he captured the Sun, each night the Moon searched for her in vain. Each night the Nightcloak Man thought the Sun started to love him.
The Sun beat upon the stone of her tower prison and cried out in such anguish that the stone’s heart broke and crumbled.
The walls of the tower fell away, letting out bright shards of light as the Sun stepped forward. The Moon turned around, smiling. He cast his spear at the Nightcloak Man, who fled from them.
For what seemed an eternity the Moon and the Sun hung in the sky together above the earth and people marvelled to see the Moon in the sky at noon.