Sleepless Days

Prologue.

Everyone knows the story, the story of the two twin brothers.

It was told by many, told by all. It was spoken to all, a tale older than time.

The story of the two brothers, with souls of the darkest day and the brightest night. Each brother was different, opposites in full. The brightest child was a star between the world they lived in. People laughed and cheered in his presence, always finding his positive energy to be a source of bliss, an escape from the dying world. The darkest child wasn't nearly as praised, yet important none the less. A bit negative and silent, yet never the less he shared a kindness only one soul would ever grant him. Despite this, people shunned his existence, facing only the brightest with any sort of kindness. Even with the hatred of the people they lived around, the town centered around their tree, the brothers still found comfort in each other. The brightest shared with the other the glories that the darkest would never see, and to him, that was enough. They would always sit around their tree, one that bloomed with apples unlike any other. It bore two types, a shimmering golden that the people affiliated with the brightest, and a inky black that people determined was for the darkest. The brothers protected this tree for the longest time, but the world around them changed. Society itself changed. The brothers changed. At first they both found comfort with each other, believing nothing could satisfy them more then what they had. Yet the brightest heard the whispers of the people, their agony with the darkness. A pestering negativity that would never go away. The brightest saw this pain in the people- his people. And he decided that was enough. No longer did the brightest wish to see them suffer, and then decided to track down the source of this pain. Piecing together the puzzle one by one, he traced it back to the tree the brothers lived to protect. The apples on the tree, specifically. Under the shadow of the moom the brightest thought to rid of the negativity that was granted by the apples. And the quickest way to rid of apples? Consume them. One by one in the dark did the brightest brother relieve the tree of its apples, in which there was a total of two hundred. One by one did he change with each apple consumed, becoming stronger with his desire to free those in misery from the negativity. The moon that he worked under soon fell at last, bringing the sun to rise before he could complete his task. There was all but two apples that have yet to be rid of now, and as the brightest moved for another, he was stopped. Stopped by none other than the darkest, who sought to allow the world to suffer. He radiated negative energy that the brightest could feel, so he took himself away from his brother as he declared to the multiverse that he will bring justice to the land, granting them all peace. The darkest, disgusted with what his brother had declared, took the remaining apples and fled.

This is the tale that has been passed down generation from generation, with the wings of the brightest being a sign of protection to all in need. This is the story many grew up with, a story that people believed till their very last breath, though it has always been a lie.

Yet nobody knew how the story would end, and nobody would know how many would be lost in the endless war.

This is the story of the brothers, one of the darkest day and one of the brightest night.

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Please read the "notice" in the information about the story, as that will explain why things aren't completely canon. Thank you.