The Other Side of Paradise

A mere trace of the truth

The soft bloom of night air flutters the white curtains. The night sky is accompanied by a quarter moon that helps brighten the sky. The light also flashes through the opened curtain. Apo is sitting on the couch near the big opened window, fortunately the light shine is enough for him to read the books.

The night air is refreshing, it gives him time to breathe in and out, capturing the peaceful moment. Apo caressing the book cover. He noticed that the cover is a drawing of a  beautiful galaxy. At the centre there is a big star that dimly lights, he traces it lightly with his finger, there undoubtedly a trace of power. Someone had left a piece of his soul here. He carefully opened the book, and there a piece of paper fell out of the book onto his lap. Apo picks up the small, almost fragile, paper.

My Light,
Are you aware that the beauty of light is said to exist because of the darkness?
I don't believe you owe that beauty to me.
You are the beauty.

Apo's cheek unconsciously heated up by the cheesy attempt of sweet words. He flipped the card but there was nothing written on the back. There is also no name indicating who wrote this. He put the card back at the end of the book. He opened the first pages. It looks like someone's journal rather than a formal book. The writing on the first pages was a bit messy, like a teenager learning to write calligraphy, and it was short. There are no years and time written on the paper.

Dear Diary,

Today the history master said that history was known because people save a record of it. Today marks the day that I'll write all my life story, but I don't want my name to be known to the world, if one day I die and someone did read this. I will be embarrassed. I asked the master how to stay mysterious. He said I can use a made up name or an acronym. What should I do? I should ask my friend.

Sincerely,
x

Apo's face spread into a smile at the young hearted writing, the kid that wrote the book must be really young. He could sense the youthfulness just by the writings. It was nothing but simple writing, but Apo couldn't help but continue reading.

My friend called me Sun. He thinks I shine more than anyone and I give him energy. It's sweet of him. I called him Moon, as a gift. Today our training is harder than before. Moon can control the water more than before. On the other hand, I can't help but trip over and over again with this power. I guess I do not deserve this element. Mother kept on pushing me to learn this power and told me it will help our family to be in higher ranking if I'm capable of overcoming it.

The light does not suit me at all.

Sincerely,
Sun.

'Sun?' he mumbled,

Follow thy unhappy shadow, black as night. though thou be a powerful sun.

Powerful Sun

It could be related, but it could also be coincidence. He doesn't want to put his hopes high. But what is important is that he knows, whoever this kid is, he is an elementalist. Light doesn't suit him? Moon?' Apo's eyes widened as he remembered something he thought he heard in the library.

"We need to go before The Moon gets angry"

But it can't be coincidence that Apo heard that before and in the dream. All of the things that are related to the Moon and Sun. He needs to know more, these things can help him to finally lead to something. Apo is not dumb he knows something has been happening since the death of Blue. Since his dream started happening.