There were two gods.
Light.
and Dark.
Light was known for his kindness and warmth, being known as "Sola". He symbolised peace, life, and the crimes that were seen and talked of.
Dark was known for his mischief. He liked to cause chaos while the townspeople slept, but always paying back in money, good harvests, or replacements for what he had broken. He symbolised chaos, death, and the crimes that went unnoticed.
They were siblings, according to the people. Twins. Dark was known as Luna. But not anymore.
Luna had died. 1742, Luna and Sola got into a fight. Lands were torn apart, people killed. The balance was disrupted, and Luna had lost his life.
But Light could not go without Dark.
and ended himself.
Thousands of years later, they were reincarnated.
Light had kept his name.
But Dark had lost it.
Dark had been kidnapped from his true parents, and now was named....
Jersey.
A small, neglected boy who was the perfect example of those unseen crimes. The abuse never taken seriously. The rape that's "not possible". The need to be able to run and hide. He was the perfect example. The new body Luna had been given...hurt. badly. Luna felt...dizzy. Like he had just woken up. He couldn't remember much...it was a blur. His memories felt scattered. He didn't feel in control of his body. But he was.
PRESENT DAY
Luna's body ached, he didn't know what happened. He walks to the mirror in the old, dusty bathroom. He didn't recognise the person in the mirror. It wasn't him. He sighed, getting on with his tiring day. He groaned- his voice wasn't his. He felt...blurry. fuzzy. He could hear voices that weren't his whatsoever- he wasn't a woman. or a child, for that matter. he was 498263. But the voices in his head sounded like women, children, other men. Right now, though, he could only hear one. The usual one- tired, masculine, calm.
"What do we gotta do today?" The voice had asked Luna. He responded aloud.
"...I don't know." At least his accent stayed. He heard a sigh. He could hear it, but he couldn't. does he just respond with thoughts? was the other voice mad?
"Well. We should get something to drink. that'd be...nice? I dunno." The other voice admits. Luna walked to the sink with a cup- paper, a few stars drawn on it. The water tasted disgusting. Luna tolerates it, groaning with a sigh. "what the fuck?" he sighs, yet again. he still felt fuzzy. ew.
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erm, what the sigma chat? :(
