Tale of a thousand years

The first time they met was thousands of years ago.

He was the sea, covering the earth, most of it. Alone in his existence, tasked by god to slowly create life, to make the earth livable. He was incredibly powerful and..

incredibly lonely.

Then he met him.

He was the moon, bright and shining,

lighting up in darkness of night, keeping him company.

They talked for years and years. They were both lonely, they just had each other.

The sea told him about his job, how he was working slowly to create life.

The moon told him about the distant stars he could see, how hollow he felt in silence of the space.

They got used to it, wherever the Moon would go, sea would follow. Thus, the tides were born. They were born because he, the sea, could not stand being far from the moon, he had to follow him around the earth.

He could see how moon had become the only thing that mattered to him, the light of his life. He could see he had fallen in love with the moon.

So, he asked the creatures living in him to make him a token of his love, of their love. Something that will shine as brightly as the moon, will remind everyone of the sea.

The creatures created a blue pearl, its navy blue in colour and shines brightly in light.

Just like the sea shines under the full moon.

He is esthetic, he thanked the creatures for their hard work.

But it isn't enough. He wanted to cure moon of his loneliness. He longed see the moon up close, yearned to touch him.

So he prays to the god, prays for them to be together.

…

It takes a thousand years more of prayers, but he gets his wish.

He is born again, this time as a merman. Cherry red hair, sun tanned skin and ocean-green scales. It's fitting really, the sea being born as people of the sea.

The moon is also born again. This time as a human and as beautiful as a human can be. Milky white skin, plump red lips, broad shoulders and jet black hair. He was truly the perfect moon incernate.

The first time he sees him, his breath is taken away. The other is also surprised, that being his first time seeing a merman

The moon is a son of a fisherman. They spend a lot of time in the open sea, so he swims beside his boat. Even when they come back home, the son of the fisherman likes to spend time on the shore.

He meets him regularly, they spent hours talking together. He stays perched on the side of the rocks, his tail waving gently, the other sits on the rock whines to him the sorrows of being poor.

“If I have to eat fish another day I swear I am gonna die”

The merman chuckles. “What's wrong with eating fish? I quite like it”