Chapter 111: Solution.
The Sun is cruel. The Sun is ruthless. The Sun is a monster that takes the lives of the innocent.
It started with tales told by my mother, ones meant to keep me from staying awake when bedtime came. The church was no different. Its stories centered around the Sun and its evils, and how only the Benevolent Moon could protect us from it.
As I grew older, I came to learn there was some truth to those tales, and eventually, I found myself facing them.
All my life I feared the sun. I feared the light of the day and dreaded the time I would be forced to stand under it. That time came and went, and after hundreds of battles and countless monsters slain, I found myself having doubts.
The Sun was ruthless and cruel, the mother of beasts that only knew blood and slaughter. It brought nothing but death and horror, but in spite of all of it, I found myself longing for the warmth it exuded.
There were days when no beasts showed at our doors. With no battles to be fought, our time is spent guarding the entrance. Most loathed the task, and so did I for a long time. I came to tolerate it after a while, and at one point I found myself awaiting the chance to stand at the precipice of the watch tower.
Under the sun, the world appeared vast and endless. The mountains in the distance could be seen with ease, and the forests under them didn’t blend in with the darkness. The sky was a light shade of blue, the colors were more vibrant, and everything always seemed... alive.
I was aware of the seed slowly sprouting in the depths of my mind. A blasphemous thought that grew louder and more pronounced each time I experienced the peacefulness of the day during the night.
Was the Sun truly evil? Why did its spawn only chase after my people?
If the Sun was truly evil, why do I feel such longing for its light? Its warmth?
The Moon was our protector, our savior. Her benevolence was what helped us fight and survive. She was the deity whom we would have perished without, yet whenever I gazed up at her, all I could think of was how dim her light was, and how cold the nights under its rule were.