༺ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇༒ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹༻

Moonlight and Sunlight.

In shadows deep, where moonlight fades,
A god of night, in silence sways.
Amongst the stars, his secrets lie,
Hidden from his kin's prying eye.

In the presence of the god of night, Drilvas stood in awe. The god's dark, cascading hair framed his face, concealing his eyes until Drilvas caught a glimpse of their crimson hue, unlike any he had ever seen. Entranced, Drilvas gazed up at the god, momentarily losing track of time. Suddenly, the god's hands gently cradled Drilvas' cheeks, drawing him closer.

"What name do you bear?" the god inquired, his voice surprisingly soft.

Caught off guard by the god's gentle tone, Drilvas stuttered, "I... I am Drilvas."

The god's eyebrows raised in response, a hint of intrigue flickering in his eyes. Tilting his head slightly, he seemed on the verge of speaking, yet remained silent, stepping away from Drilvas instead.

"Your name carries significance," the god mused, his voice distant and haunting, sending a shiver down Drilvas' spine.

Curiosity piqued, Drilvas asked, "What significance does it hold?"

The god's gaze met his, tinged with a hint of sadness. "You wouldn't comprehend, my dear," he replied slowly.

Though Drilvas yearned to delve deeper into the god's cryptic words, his attention was abruptly diverted as the god seized his hands once more, prompting Drilvas to jump in surprise.

"Come with me," the god commanded, not waiting for Drilvas' response as he turned and strode down the hall. Drilvas hurriedly followed, feeling a sense of dizziness and faintness wash over him. Sensing his distress, the god halted, knelt down, and placed a steadying hand on Drilvas' shoulder. Despite the touch, the lightheadedness persisted.

"We've arrived," the god declared simply, guiding Drilvas into the room.

Drilvas attempted to survey his surroundings, but the blinding white light emanating from the room and the god standing beside him made it nearly impossible. The door closed behind them, leaving Drilvas immobilized. He stood there, clutching his elbow with one hand and tightly gripping the god's sleeve with the other.

Moments stretched into eternity until, suddenly, the blinding light vanished, revealing a sight that Drilvas could hardly fathom.

Before him stood a majestic castle.

Drilvas' eyes widened, his jaw dropping in awe. Towering pillars stretched into the distance, adorned with intricate carvings. The walls were adorned with grand arches, offering breathtaking views of the open sea. Blue flowers adorned every corner, casting a serene ambiance, while the golden and black hues painted a picture of sheer beauty.

Never before had Drilvas laid eyes upon a place so grand and awe-inspiring. It was beyond his wildest dreams.

"Aren't you afraid?" the god finally broke the silence, his gaze fixed upon Drilvas.

Drilvas looked up, meeting the god's eyes. "No," he replied without hesitation. "I love it."

The god smiled warmly, squeezing Drilvas' arm. "Come," he said calmly, leading Drilvas down another hallway.

Entering a spacious and opulent bedroom, the god gestured towards the clothes. "You'll find something to wear there," he said.

Drilvas watched as the god left, feeling a lingering warmth. Turning his attention to the clothes, he found a comfortable tunic and pants. After changing, he joined the god outside.

Walking together, Drilvas couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed on the god. Occasionally, the god stopped to speak to someone, then they continued down another hallway. After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at a golden door adorned with an intricately engraved golden dragon.

"Here we are," the god said, opening the door.

Inside stood a tall figure draped in a flowing crimson robe, his ebony locks tied at the nape of his neck. Leaning casually against a pillar, his gaze fixated on the horizon.

The god greeted him, and they exchanged words before the figure spoke, his voice rich and deep. "What are you?" he inquired, directing his question towards the god.

"We're deities," the god replied with a chuckle.

The figure raised an eyebrow. "You possess magic and command nature," he observed.

The god nodded. "Drilvas is an artist," he added.

"An artist?" the figure raised an eyebrow.

Drilvas blushed. "Uh, yes..."

The figure nodded thoughtfully. "You're peculiar," he said to Drilvas.

Drilvas looked confused. "What do you mean?"

The figure paused, then spoke with a tender gaze. "You're special, like your mother."

Drilvas' heart skipped a beat at the mention of his mother, tears welling up in his eyes.

The god wrapped an arm around Drilvas, offering comfort. "All is well," he whispered softly.

Drilvas nodded, attempting to regain his composure.

The figure cleared his throat. "If you're hungry, join us for a meal," he suggested.

Drilvas smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance. "I'd love to," he replied.