Born with Sunrise

The second moon rose over the mountained horizon. Bathing the land towards the calm sea in a golden light which danced with the slivery light of the first moon which was already at the peak of its arch. Yet even at this late hour, the revelry was still in high spirits across the land as the news spread from town to town of the joyous news. The people had been waiting on baited breath for the riders to be seen as the news was brought to their villages. Even the loneliest homestead was not forgotten, as hundreds of men raced across the land professing with great elation the news which would change their fortunes. The gods had spoken and through this new life, they would once again be great. They had been underestimated as a people for too long, seen as the barbarians, when if anything they were the most enlightened, allowing their gods to rule their fortune. Too long they had wasted in the dark, this was the blessing they had been waiting for. This was going to be the start of a new age.

But what they did not realise was that as this joyous occasion was taking place, the turn in the act of the gods finally in their favour once more, was that an army was amassing, ready to make a final attempt to end the war which had waged between two nations for an eon it seemed. The turn in their fate may just have come too late it seemed. But this was not to be known as that silvery golden light shone down upon the merriment beneath the orbs above.