The Sun-Rose bloomed, fiery veins of hot orange light pulsed at her core.

Stretching out her limbs, she sought the warmth of the sun, its welcoming

blanket failed to greet her. The oldfangled song of the peewits, was absent

from the mornings lexis, everything was dark.

Fear gripped her tightly with the pure blackness of a sunless world. The

Sun-Rose pushed away the darkness, throbbing radiantly and burning away

fears onyx fingers. Eons of life prepared her for this day. Emblazoned, she

shot toward the sun, reviving it with flame, as a seed of sun-fire fell to

the world below