![]() That the moon is their home, a sacred ground built by God to keep his children safe in the mortal coil. Shattered Lua, Earth’s only moon, remains an object of extreme interest to scientists, star gazers and prophets alike.Ībrahamic faiths believe that the Warriors are some manner of lower angel, enforcers of God sent to punish those who would prey on the weak, humble and faithful. When Ancient Man asked where these spirits came from, they’d point to the moon and say its name ‘Lua’. Still do, on occasion, but those encounters are only hearsay in the modern era. In ancient myth and oral story especially, the Warriors spoke quite frequently with mortal men. When the brother landed again, dumb grin plastered on his face, he just couldn’t keep the encounter to himself. The Warrior flew alongside their machine in her mechanical wings, and after a brief inspection, gave the younger brother her approval - a short nod and a thumbs up. It was maybe a hundred feet up when The Sparrow appeared. The aircraft took off, actually lifting off the ground as it sped up! The two brothers cheered the whole way, while the elder tried chasing the craft down the field. Wings angled backward, with a long tailpiece - this bicycle-turned-aircraft would work. The brothers had heard tales of the Warrior’s flying machines, and while they couldn’t model it exactly it was a great source of inspiration. They were sure of it- this would be humanity’s first successful aircraft! The elder spun the propeller while the younger sat in the cockpit. The two brothers wheeled the contraption out of the garage they built it in and positioned it at the start of a long field. They’d finally done it! Their machine was finally complete. The very next day (after much moon gazing and even more fire-related screaming), the Hominid replicated the sparks he made the night previous and discovered fire. The spark lit the Dumbstruck Hominid’s dry-leaf floor on fire, which the hominid only noticed after feeling the flames lick at his feet. The moon he knew was a pale white thing hanging over the night sky - this was a shattered ball, chunks of itself gathered around its orbit with white-gold spires piercing its cracked and shattered rock. It brought a moon back, but it was certainly not the moon he had seen a moment ago. The Frightened Hominid desperately tried to light another spark, believing it would bring the moon back. He looked up to the stars, but found he could not see the moon any longer. The Curious Hominid summoned his spark, and the sky darkened to a pitch black. One of his rocks broke under the other, and with a groan he picked another from the pile - a sharper, harder rock - Flint, he heard another of his tribe call it. He’d seen a yellow light come from a rock falling atop another just the day prior, and - curious being that he was - was determined to replicate the light himself. He sat smashing two rocks together over the dry-leaf floor, installed because of its superiority to wet dirt. Long, long ago, under the light of the moon and the cover of a cold night, sat a Hominid at the mouth of his cave.
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