It was hopeless. He should’ve known. The Moon should not love the Sun as the Stars loved him. And yet, he found himself chasing her in the sky, reflecting her bright rays to try to attract her.
It never worked.
She and her wavy, earth colored hair never stopped to say hello; never turned to give him a smile. This, of course, saddened the Moon. His light was covered by clouds, night after night. The Earth went as dark and cold as could be for those few years.
The Stars desperately wanted to see their love again. The Moon had stayed hidden behind a shield of clouds for too long. It was time he came out. They devised a plan. At dusk, as the sun set and her smaller friends started to migrate in, they spoke. The words exchanged were quick.
“The Prince wants to see you!” One would call as she appeared.
“He need to meet you, Princess!” Another would complete.
The Sun always sunk down before she could speak. It took six months for her to understand that this “Prince” the Stars spoke of was the Moon. She hadn’t seen his face in a while.
She wanted to see him again.
It took an extra three months to plan everything. The Stars wanted everything perfect. Finally, they told their Prince to visit Earth. To take a humanly form and visit the planet far, far below. With some nagging, the Moon agreed.
His Stars, in the forms of short, sunken and brown eyed women with flowing, shimmering white hair, and all wearing long plain dresses. They danced around him, covering his eyes and whispering in his ear. Their voices were soft and placid, sugar coated with the promises of what his heart most desired. Of course, now he had a physical heart, and all it wanted to do was beat.