Cynthia

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A tale of two sisters, both destined and bright,
One embraced day, the other claimed night.
One shines with laughter, so warm and so clear,
The other whispers, where shadows draw near.

One dances with voices, with light all around,
The other finds peace where silence is found.
Together they balance the sun and the moon,
As day turns to night, their destinies loom.

When skies are divided and twilight descends,
Their bond shall guide us, as cycles transcend.


Oath of The Warriors of the Moon
Written by Snowdrift with assistance from Cynthia

We, normal adolescents as of now, pledge our services to the moon and Cynthia, the protector of the moon. From now on, we will be Warriors of the Moon and never look back. We will take our places up in the sky and fight to protect Cynthia with our lives. We will obey any orders given to us by a higher-up of the moon or Cynthia and will rise up to the heavens when it is our time to go.

Halo from the Forgotten

The moon cast a soft glow over the clearing as Cynthia stood still, the cool night air embracing her golden fur. Her silver eyes reflected the serene light of the moon above, but the tranquility was broken by the sound of rapid, angry steps approaching.

"Aurora," Cynthia greeted, her voice as calm as the breeze, though she sensed the storm in her sister's approach. "I wasn't expecting you tonight."

Aurora's golden form emerged from the shadows, her silver eyes sharp with barely concealed rage. "Weren't expecting me?" she snarled. "Perhaps not. But I can no longer stand by and watch as the wolves worship you alone, forgetting the very sun that gives them life."

Cynthia's brow furrowed slightly, though she held her composure. "They honor both of us. We are each—"

"Don't lie to me!" Aurora snapped, cutting her off. "They howl for you, sister. Every night, they gather beneath your moon as if you're the only one who matters. And I'm left... forgotten."

Cynthia met her sister's eyes, her voice soft but firm. "Sister, this isn't like you. Isn't a goddess supposed to be calm, collected, and logical, like you always said?"

Aurora's eyes flashed with fury. "I've had enough of logic and patience. I've waited long enough for them to see me, and I'm done waiting. I will *make* them remember."

Cynthia's tail swayed gently behind her, her tone even as she tried to reason. "And how will you do that, Aurora? By threatening everything we've worked to protect?"

Aurora stepped closer, her voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "I will bring my warriors, Cynthia. We will rise into the sky and bring down your precious moon. When I'm done, there won't be anything left for them to worship but the sun."

Cynthia's expression didn't falter, though a pang of sorrow touched her heart. "You would tear apart the balance we've kept for so long? For what, Aurora? Pride? The sun and moon are meant to share their light."

Aurora's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Cynthia, you and your warriors would do well to remember it is the sun that gives the moon its light."

Cynthia held her sister's gaze, calm but resolute. "And without the moon, the night would be lost. Is that the future you want—to bring darkness upon us all in your desire for more?"

For a moment, Aurora said nothing, her eyes locked on Cynthia's. Then she scoffed, turning sharply. "I won't be second to you any longer."

As Aurora disappeared into the shadows, Cynthia looked up at the moon, her expression serene but tinged with sadness. "Sister," she murmured, "we are meant to stand together. I hope one day, you'll see that."