The sun stared down at the world. After centuries off watching, the sun couldn’t help but gleam with joy at the advancement and happiness off all those below,all off it achievable due to the freedom granted through the constant rule off the sun. After all this time: exhaustion, sadness and loneliness were how the sun felt. However: jubilation, pride and accomplishment overruled the negative thoughts. The sun wanted nothing more but to be within the world enjoying the freedom off those who it protected, being able to rest and enjoy life without the burden off caring for billions off people. It knew the payment to protect everyone, the suffering off the sun was to ensure the happiness off everyone else. Glorious purpose, that’s how the sun saw it. However it didn’t last forever.

It was an ambush. The sun hadn’t seen it coming. Quick,direct and agile the darkness was in its attack. With one swift movement it had taken control blocking out the sun and plunging the planet into a new world order. Black clouds filled the sky, limiting the visibility off all those below like a world wide power cut. The rain pelted down on the lands striking anyone and anything it could in a constant assault from the air. The wind raced around its new track at speed, catapulting objects through the air, ripping homes the pieces. It was a tactical assault.

The sun glared down at the destruction off its empire, scheming to avenge its people off the invasion that they were so helpless against. The sun dimmed as the disappointment it felt became overwhelming, it knew it had failed and knew a quick response was needed. They may have lost the battle but they would win the war.