Prologue

Once upon a time, the highest of the gods made the moons. They were lesser gods, but that does not mean the mortals did not love them. They were healers and guardians of the night, protecting mortals from their dreams that the mortals immediately loved them.

Unfortunately for them, the dragons were amazed by their beauty that they rose from the ocean and ate the moons, causing a rifted in the mortals' relationship with the dragons, and before you know it, a war had started.

The moons team up with a sorcerer that can inflect pain through words. They were known as Usikan. They had a plan and sealed the dragons on the mountain of Baal, and they were successful.

The end

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The man in white robes closed the thin book with a soft slam. He looked at the children who sat on the floor listening to the librarian's history (PG version) about their Gods' before smiling. His smile is often described as teasing, smug, and strangely welcoming by the people who work with him and visitors to the library.

His grey eyes scanned at the children who pout and complained about how 'short the story was!'

He covered his mouth with his hand before chuckling at the kids making a fuss. Then, standing up, he placed the book on the chair, and with his saccharine voice, he calmed the children down. "Now children that wasn't just story that was a short history on the Moon Gods," He laughed teasingly before patting a few heads and continued, "It was meant for young children like yourself perhaps when your older you'll learn the full history."

Instead of children sulking like he initially thought, they throw a tantrum.

"Alright, settle down, everyone your parents are here." He gestures to the adults with a hesitant chuckle.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘵…."

"𝘕𝘖!"

"𝘞𝘈𝘈𝘏𝘏!"

He cheekily waves at the children as they complain while being carried by their parents/guardians. He watched as they left one by one until only two were left in the Storytime Zone. Ah, little Alice, her parents must be late again.

That isn't a surprise anymore, considering what their job is...

He squatted down on her level before smiling his signature smile and asked, "Do you want to come with me to the staff's lounge or do you want to stay here and read?"

There was no point asking this question whenever she's the only one left; knowing little Alice, she'll prefer to read alone rather than come with him to the noisy lounge where his coworkers reek of judgment and gossip.

He was ready to leave Alice all alone in the empty children's and head to the staff's lounge to get some cake for him and Alice, but instead, she answered:

"Um, Mr. Deocampo, can I ask you something?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper, but luckily the man can be able to hear a pin drop.

"What is it, dear?" The man replied. He crouched down to her level and smiled at her.

"You said all the dragons were locked up, right?"

"Yes, dear."

"Then why did I saw one yesterday?" Before the man could answer, little Alice beat him to it, "Nevermind, it's probably just my imagination." she mumbled while staring dead into his eyes and stood so straight that it'll make a chiropractor burst with joy. Her face may convey seriousness for a kid, but the man could hear her heart beating rapidly.

"What makes you think it was only an imagination." The man frowned.

"Because then the book would be lying." Alice frowned back.

The man only forcefully laughed at her reply before consoling little Alice. Although seeing the child's sad look broke his heart, it was for her own good that he had to agree with her that it was all nothing but a silly imagination. After that confession, he let Alice do what she wanted while headed to the staff's lounge. The door was open, and the lights were off. The room was empty save for the delicious treats on the table, but best of all, no coworkers inside.

Perfect.

He didn't turn the lights back on but closed the door as he stepped inside the room filled with a sweet aroma thanks to the desserts. The man opened his robes before pulling out his phone near the chest area. He rubbed his forehead with his hands; closing his eyes, he groaned.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵