When our Sun wake up

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There's not really enough room for my real description so I put it here... you can read it to get a better basis for the story but the other one is sufficient, as you want.
Also I'm curious:

Date/time/country/place you started this book

Me it's 10:47 Sunday 10 may 2020, in Martinique in my living room (the couch). Oh and I'm french so tell me if you see any mistakes 😅 but I try to do as little as possible~
And I think it should be alright ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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In our children's books, Sun rises and with it life begins anew under it's light. Then, it leave to the mountains, comes the night, with the creatures of darkness. All our tale follow this law, our gods, finally one and the same being, Sun, as good and evil live appart. We are hoping that one day the prophesy will finally come true to eradicate darkness, so the creatures of the day can no longer be afraid of the dark.

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Svet and loba were the name given to them by our Ancestors with their benediction. The Ancestors don't know how long they have been blessings those lands with their sacred light or how they appeared..

But what if our elders were wrong about one thing? the prophecy we've been told since childhood. The one that inspired the tale of "Sun".
What if Svet and Loba could never become one in eradicating the Nočnasovas?

Because of their magnificense, some creatures became jealous, thirsty for power, this jealousy consumed them so much that their souls became corupt, they were baned from the light of the gods that was too pure to bear, they had to hide the day, and could only go out of their hiding place during the night.

Svet and Loba were guardians, protectors of the lands, but would their light stay unchanged? And could the creatures of the night, eager for revenge, finally be able to override the power of Svet-Loba and sow the terror until no light can remain anymore..

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Sonce is a young men of Cvetnapot's , the penultimate village on the way of svet-loba.
He would help the ancestors to collect the fireflies every morning, bring breakfast to the bed of the ones who no longer had a family to look after them.

When Svet-Loba arrived to Cvetnapot , he carried the little ones so that they could get a better view of Svet and Loba to make their prayer before they rushed into the tall grass together or played with the creatures that always followed the two imposing gods. He was living those blissful days surrounded by magic.

And before the light totally disappeared, sometimes he'd help freeing the fireflies, light the lanterns and accompanied the ancestors to the temple of Varuhi.

But one day, adults and even children suddenly began to disappear one after the other, when others are found with lifeless bodies. Sonce knew that they had to ask the gods for help, despite the warnings of the Ancestors, who only prayed desperately. 

Indeed, the gods were known to be deaf and mute, hearing only prayers, and their sanctuary where they rested during the night was impenetrable, no creature, neither by night nor by day, could enter it and come out safely.

But Sonce don't have a choice.. Will he be able to save his village from the Nočnasovas, creatures of the night, without revealing his secrets to the creature of the day? Whose might fear him, for he wasn't entirely like them. Will he be able to accept his destiny, while giving up his present happiness, maybe for something more exiting..

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Also: there will be pictures.. but I don't own them so you can check out my Pinterest account : Zoey (zoeyitisme) , you won't have to follow any links😅 So check it out if you're interrested