As I promised, here his an updated version of the story a few posts ago now titled “Argent Solitude”
The great Moon God stood at the apex of the tallest mountain in his cold demesne and stared into the heavens that were alive with stars, glory undimmed. He was jealous. Jealous of their millennia long conversations, their fiery hearts. It wasn’t that he hated his cold lifeless kingdom, it was achingly beautiful with its argent glow, but it was lonely. The Earth had all that life to keep Gaia on her toes. All he had was the Suns stellar winds etching lines slowly over his lands.
With a sigh, the Lord of the Moon turned to climb down the shining, powdery slope when something whizzed past him slamming into the ground. The talc like powder of his home sprayed high into the air. Slowly the dust settled down to the surface around the new scar upon the Gods pristine land. Stomping over to the cooling rim of the rather small crater, the Moon God expected to see nothing but the burnt remains of some piece of solar system flotsam. What he found perplexed him at first.
Indeed there were traces of metal, but they actually had shapes. Also, they were in better shape then he believed possible. The God picked up the rapidly cooling object to study the hard lines and squared off shape, which was covered in strange markings. “Now where did this come from, ” he thought.
Just then, the earth began to rise over the horizon and, though he couldn’t say how, he was sure the object had come from Gaia. It was her way of saying she was thinking of him and that he wasn’t alone. After a time, a brilliant smile spread across his face then he began the long trek back to his castle.
The Great Moon God, frost-pale skinned and white-gold haired, stood silently upon the apex of the highest mountain in his demesne, staring at the heavens alive with stars their glory undimmed. He was jealous. Not for lack of beauty was this powerful God jealous. His kingdom held desolation so glorious that his heart ached to describe it, light so cold his tongue froze to speak of it, and land so soft his whisper alone created tempest. No, the Moon God was not jealous of the beauty of the stars and their fiery Gods. He was jealous of their company.
The God of the Sun and all his brethren felt the surrounding planets were beneath their notice. Star Gods held era long conversations over distances so vast that the Moon God’s birth billions of years ago was but a good morning to them. How was such as he to engage the interest of these Gods? As for the other planets, only Earth and Gaia were close enough to see easily and Gaia had little time for him with all that life scampering across her kingdom.
With a low sigh, the Great Moon God turned his ice-blue eyes toward his castle far across the crushed velvet plain and began climbing down the mountain. Unexpectedly something whizzed past his head to slam into the powder at the base of the mountain. A haze of fine talc sprayed into the void. When the Moon God reached the site, the dust particles had begun their return to the surface to form a bright ejecta pattern around the remains of the object.
He was mildly surprised to see more than pulverized flotsam from the solar system in the small crater. Apparently the object had tried to land instead of crash into his domain. The Moon God picked up a piece of shiny metal that was almost whole and found markings he could almost consider to be writing. “Now just where did you come from,” he ruminated?
He turned his cold gaze back to the mountain, which the Earth was just beginning to rise over. Not knowing how, he was sure it had come from Gaia. She had somehow managed to train those incorrigible monkeys to make this object and send it here. She was thinking of him, a reminder that he wasn’t alone. The Moon God swung back toward the long trek home while a cold smile melted the glacier of his continence.