Sun Sprites Eulogy Novels & Stories

Once we’re farther away, the darkness settles in, showcasing the millions of stars in the sky. “Oh wow! You can’t see this many stars in the city,” Tanya says looking up at the sky. “Nope, but look over there,” I say, pointing. “Are those fireflies?” I laugh. “No, they are not. They’re called sprites. And, while they basically say whatever comes to mind, just know that they are the epitome of purity and kindness. Nothing they say is meant to sound mean or cruel. It’s just that they have no filter,” I say as we walk up.

I described the dream, the faceless opponent, the moon covering the sun, causing total darkness on earth. Makarius pulled out his phone, frowned at the screen, then looked at me with concern. "Tomorrow’s a total eclipse, Victoria," he said softly," and it's more than just a celestial event-it's tied to your dreams." "Yeah, well," I said, my hands trembling, "I can’t lose you, Makarius. I’m scared." "Victoria, breathe. It’s just a dream." "No," I snapped, sharper than I meant to. "It’s not just a dream. I can feel it."

Once again, I were brought to remember that, these is a greeting that were designated to me, made by Elijah and the sisters, I am dub as the Sun of Aeternum by all the masses. “Glory to all of you and may you all be in comfort, safety and bliss…..okay now, enough with the kneeling…you guys that were in the river..stand up quick…I would be awful of me, if you all got drown just by greeting me…”. “Hahahahaha…thank you, You highness president!…don’t worry about us, sire..we are all strong…no Aeternums will drown here…hahaha…we just got wet a little bit..we were all fine here sire!..”. (Drench construction worker)

Dante is not amused, he's aware that I am now purposefully twisting his tail, but he lets me, and that is why I love him so. When we enter Queen Selene's court, I am anxious as one when their life was almost ended an hour prior. The ceiling is as high as the sky, with large and pale yellow pillars holding it up. A glossy, shiny floor is there to greet all the guests of the court, and they all go quiet once I enter. They stare, I grin, flash my fangs, trying to be brave. There are goblets of honey left out for everyone to drink, but no one is drinking. Everyone is waiting for me to take a drink first, I assume. I'm not going to take a drink, I'm not daft, and everyone is standing around, wait

We talked for hours then Sam drove us all to the shore where we watched our first sunrise, my life had changed from loneliness to to a life filled with love and happiness. Sunrise painted the sky, as the horizon ignited, we stood transfixed, our eyes witnessing the impossible for our kind. Centuries of darkness, shattered by Dr. Brooks's revolutionary serum, Solaris. Raven's hand held tight in mine, our gaze locked on the rising sun. Aurora's eyes filled with tears, her smile radiant. Brent and Lyra shared a soft glance, their faces bathed in golden light. Kie and Lucas watched with smiles. My voice deep and low voice resonated, "We've lived in shadows for centuries. Now, we behold the dawn.

Moon’s ours. The clearing sang—hammers tapped, laughter soared, firepit crackled. Lupines swayed, pines hummed, sun’s light washing scars, blood, fear. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her victory. The eclipse was gone, red eyes ash, their bond—fire, steel, stone—a promise for all dawns, a howl under a sky reborn.

The spotlight had shifted, and their story was far from over. Luna’s gaze swept across the horizon, where the sun dipped into the ocean, turning the waves to molten gold. She turned to Adrian, voice soft but fierce. “We’ve passed the fire, Adrian, now it’s time to light the next one.” Adrian’s fingers tightened around hers. “Then let’s teach them how to hold it,” he whispered. The children stirred in their cribs, small cries of life mingling with the waves, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, and in that quiet, perfect moment, Luna realized one thing with certainty: The spotlight never dies, it just finds new flames.

Veyd shouts a warning. But I'm everywhere now. *And I'm hungry.* --- **The Eclipse** The Primal Verse arrives as the sky dies. Their ship eclipses the sun, its tendrils carving trenches into the earth. The sapling-*my body*-stretches toward them, roots crackling with stolen power. **"You're late,"** I say, my voice a chorus of storm and rot. The Verse's answer is a beam of pure entropy. I catch it. --- **The Aftermath**

Clara: “So is hope!” Lanc stood behind me, his arms encircling us both, his chin resting on my head. Arthur stood to my left, a silent, smiling sentinel. As the sun began its final, blazing descent into the sea, painting the water in fiery streaks, a hush fell. It was the same hush from Hank’s flute song on the solstice, a collective pause. Elara, who had been drowsy, suddenly became very still. Then, she made a sound. Not a cry, not a gurgle. A soft, low coo of pure, uncomplicated awe. She was seeing her first sunset, and she was commenting on it.