Long, long ago when the world was new, twin babies were born at exactly the same time as magic was discovered. They were opposites; Krakatoa looked at people and they became ugly, while Gloria was born beautiful and everyone who saw her loved her. In the end, Gloria had 184 godparents and 67 fairy godparents. But no one wanted Krakatoa, for he was a curse on the house that held him. They grew up to be the first sorcerer and sorceress. There had been wizards and witches, but these two were immersed in magic from the instant of their birth. Of course, Gloria was a white sorceress, but Krakatoa, as always, was her opposite.
Now in this time, there were no stars. Instead, there was a bridge of fine, lacy strands of light leading up to the moon, which did not move. Krakatoa didn't like this, because it was very bright and interfered with his spells of darkness. So he brooded in his foul laboratory and poisoned the air with the stench of burnt flesh, and finally invented clouds. He stuffed them full of toxic chemicals and choked half of the moon, actually burning it away and replacing it with anti-moon. Then he faded away the connecting bands of light, leaving only points that could not be reduced.
He cursed the lights, saying "I command you, children of the moon,that every minute one of you will leave the shape of the bridge and never return, forsaking your immortality and connectivity, while every day one of the free ones will crash from the sky and one will fade to a weak shimmer." But Gloria cast a counterspell: "But every night I shall ride the Moon across the sky and collect the weak ones to reproduce, and I shall train the young ones and release them into the place of their ancient or dead ancestors, that the night might never be dark." So saying, she mounted the remnants of the bridge, shivering as the cold wind blew stars from beneath her feet, yet never faltering though she knew she would never return.
As time went on, Gloria merged with the moon. You can still see her face in it
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