A/N: Ok, so this is my first fictionpress story, so no flames. I think this is Mythology, I'm just not sure. Review after you read it please!!

Dark tendrils swirled around a young teen, making him seem completely unreal. His skin was as pale as the moon, yet his eyes were darker than the most sunless chunk of space, making his skin seem even paler. Wherever he stepped, the creeping darkness stalked silently behind him, looking more like a devoted pet without the devotedness to keep anyone alive. The boy’s sister was quite the opposite, but sun kissed as she is, she was unable to come out at night. As soon as the sun set, she would not step outside. Even though the two were related, the unbreakable laws set upon them forced them to be fierce mortal enemies. The night was the brother’s time, the day the sister’s. Or so we thought.

Time was once unstable. One day you were born and the next you could wake up be an elderly person on your deathbed. The beginning of time was more or less not there. So you may ask me, how is there time now? I would answer with, “Time began to be recorded when the boy Night and his twin sister Day were born.” Before then, the sky was the color of the most vibrant rose. The first out of their mother was Night. As soon as he came, everything became the deepest of blacks. Seconds later out came Day. With her returned the light to a more intensified nature. For the first time ever, man began to appreciate life. All other creatures on Earth fell into their own rhythm called hepecvard, another word for life lived in your own manner.

A few years after Day and Night were born, a box was created by the Greek god Zeus to punish the brothers Prometheus and Epimetheus after they gave fire to man, now known as Pandora’s Box. It held all the pain and suffering and evilness in the world, but at the bottom of the box was the last thing anyone expected – hope. The box was givin to Pandora and she was told never to open it. As you may or may not know, she opened it after the gods and goddesses provoked her curiousity. When she realized what she had done, she tried to close the box, but it was too late. Everything in the box was released.

Now there is life as we know it. The cruelties are there, but more concealed than they ever were in the past. The children of today think they are safer than they really are. Yet it wasn’t always like that. The twins never always agreed on who would have when for their periods of time. And, as time set its course, these two began known as god and goddess. Their fights were always fought with Darkness and Light, and the Light became known as good for its beauty and Darkness evil for the sickness and death that followed. When the twins disagreed the most, though, the time would warp and people could appear and disappear out of nowhere. These times were known as the Mecklavard, or the Death of All Siblinghood. During these periods, no one was safe from the wrath of the godlike siblings. The only time anyone was safe from these rivalries was when the twins’ birthday was near.

One day, a single man thought he could solve the feuding between these godly beings. He went first to Night, who took one look at him send the man away before he could utter a single word. The man was very determined, as he next went to Night’s sister, Day. Although Day was not pleased to see this ‘excuse for a man,’ she let him speak. After he had told her of his plan, she looked at him scornfully, and said, “Let Night have more time than me? Never.”

“Yes, but six months later you would have the longest time of the year in the most beautiful time of the year,” the wise fool countered.

And so Day agreed to have a small meeting with her brother of darkness. When Night heard first of the meager idea, he said the same thing as Day had, only that Day would have more time than him rather than vise versa. But then the man told him that on one half of the year, the dark times would grow longer and longer until there was little light left for Day’s time, just as he had explained it to Day. After many attempts to make this deal one day longer for themselves, they resigned, agreeing for the first time in their lives. The two thus created the seasons, and after their long-lived feud was settled, the men that lived after the troubled times named each rise of darkness and fall of light night after the god Night and each rise of light and fall of darkness day after the goddess Day. And so it will be until the end of the everlasting thing called time, where things cannot last forever.