Eclipse

Whoever created the sun and the moon, never meant for them to coexist.

Never to meet.

Never to touch.

Destined to be strangers for an eternity.

And like the moon and the sun were, the knights were.

Cathal, the prince of the Sun Court, and Nylah, the Moon Court's greatest warrior never meant to coexist, but fate had different plans. During the War within the courts, their eyes locked, and their fate set in stone.

After the war, defying his Court, Cathal wrote to Nylah. Letters and letters, with the sheer hope that one would reach her.

Their love bloomed so suddenly he didn't know what to think of it, but barriers and hatred built from centuries separated them. Kept them apart. The two souls cursed with forever apart.

Eventually, a letter got to Nylah's hands.

If fate sealed you the same, meet me at the barrier, at nightfall.

~ Cathal, Prince of the Sun Court

Nylah held that piece of paper while her mind raced her heart. Could she ignore her duty to protect her court?

On the other side of the world, the prince was fighting his own demons.

"This is madness", Barron, the prince's advocate, yelled at Cathal, who bluntly ignored him. "Pure and alter madness."

The prince stared at his reflection in the mirror, brushing off a piece of dust from his coat.

"Are you listening?"

Cathal locked eyes with him through the mirror, "I have been listening. I simply have nothing to say."

"Treason." Barron groaned, pitching the bridge of his nose. "This is treason."

"It is not." Cathal's eyes rolled, as Barron mumbled about the prince's outing with the warrior from the Moon Court, but he could not pay attention to him. His mind drifting to the warrior. Her fame exited her, reaching every member of the Sun Court, willing to listen. The best fighter his court had ever encountered. Ruthless. Fearless. And she would not leave his mind for a second.

"Why would you request a meeting with her? Are you an imbecile?"

At the insult, Cathal snapped out of his thoughts, approaching his friend. "You are in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do."

And Barron, however intimidated he might have been, did not show it. He let his shoulders fall and his chest puff, as he said, "If you leave your chamber tonight, I will have no choice but to inform the king and queen about your... meeting", a hint of malice in his voice.

Cathal lost all control over himself, and pushed Barron on the wall, grabbing his neck.

"You will do no such thing", his grip tightening around his friend's neck, "Or those words will be the last thing you ever utter." Barron choked for a breath. His hands found Cathal's, with him weak slaps. "Am I clear?"

His face, now a shade of red, dipped in his chin.

Cathal released his hold, and turned back on the mirror, fixing the collar of his shirt. "You are dismissed."

Barron gave him one last glance disappeared behind the door, not before leaving something on the desk. "In case you change your mind."

Despite Cathal's attempts, his stare went to the desk, a signal golden vial on it. He picked it up, looking at the clear liquid inside. For protection, he told himself, as he placed it carefully in the secret pocket of his coat. In case she tries anything.