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Tommy shuffled in his bed with annoyance, he was hoping he'd be able to wake up after the sun had set. But the warm glow on his eyes as he woke up proved that false. So he turned to his other side, hoping to ignore the sun for another day. It was almost night, only half the sun left in his sight. Being the moon he was concerned on why he was placed on the side that the sun sets, and the sun being placed on the side the moon rises. Knowing he wasn't getting anymore sleep he stood up and walked out of his room. Wrapped in his blankets as he walked through the halls. He was still very new to his godlyhood, Philza claiming him as the moon a few months ago.
He was a lost kid in a world of claimed, most of the human race being descendants of old gods who no longer roamed the world. After a millennia of gods roaming the earth they'd shaped it to their liking. Nothing apocalyptic, but when the first hybrid was born in caused outrage. Humans racing to escape the town, hoping that they wouldn't catch the disease giving them animal parts. But slowly the whole world began to change, hybrids being born became the norm. Then soon, there would be no humans left. Tommy claims himself as human, but as the night falls he sighed at the pressure starting to attach to his back.
Tommy had a few hours before snowy white wings would spread from his back, a secret he's kept since he first stayed awake all night. Tommy may be the moon, but that doesn't mean that the moon isn't her own person either. Clementine. He calls her. The name of his mother, a face long forgotten. And soon the moon became what he would claim to be his parent. The soft light giving him comfort on cold nights.
Once he found his wings the night became his, wind and nature under his control as the moon rose. For a few years he would sneak out every night and onto the orphanage's roof. Telling all his stories and problems to the moon. If Tommy could he'd marry Clementine, he probably is.
Then one night a caretaker had spotted him sneaking out, cursing at him and shoving him into a closet. It was torture, going a night without seeing the moon. And his wings had also shown up again. He normally didn't have to worry about his wings, he may feel them through the day but no one else does. Only as the moon rises his wings begin to show, slowly becoming less transparent. But as he was curled up in that closet his wings decided to come in fully, covering his body in white fluffy feathers.
That was one of many nights he was stuck in a closet, the moon becoming more and more of an obsession for him. He couldn't place the reason but if he ever went a night without seeing the moon he'd claw at his door, trying to get to his love once more. And after weeks of being locked up in the closet nightly they gave up, telling Tommy that he would never find a family in the night. Then he was left alone, the caretakers not caring as he walked through the halls. He was alone, no friends, no family. Yet, he had the moon. And that was enough for him. Her glow giving him energy to exist, to believe that he wouldn't be alone forever.
He was at the orphanage less and less, the moon and forest being his home. Returning in the morning to the disgusted glares of the kids and caretakers. But he didn't care, he was tired from running around and chasing small creatures. Some hew caught but quickly let them go with a thanks. And that became his routine, wake up before the sun went down. Go outside and return when it rises. He was 7 when he started to practice his flight, downy feathers starting to be replaced with flight ones. Clementine cheered him on as he jumped and flapped his wings, only able to get a few feet off the ground before having to glide down.
He treasured the night. More then everyone else. The drunken people wobbling their way home didn't count. They didn't thank the moon for the cool air, or how her soft glow was better then the suns harsh and hot one. No one appreciated her, all sleeping through her reign.
One night he decided to go to the library, sneaking through a window on the top floor. Everything was free as a night dweller. The books surrounding him being his gateway into the world besides the night. So he would return every night to read. The caretakers had taught him how, but only small words he could read. But as he picked up book after book he began to grow his vocabulary. Then a book caught his attention. It was tucked deep in the non-fiction section. Only able to be seen by the soft gold of gold on the spine. Tommy picked it up and looked at the title. 'a book of gods.' Confusion filled his head, the god hadn't been active in years, that's what the caretakers told him. So he took the book and began to read.
Surprise overtook him, there had been many gods. Some gods even passing down their title when they'd had their time on earth. What was more surprising was the list. Noting down which god controls what, as well as a date. And when he looked at the date he was surprised. The sun. His own enemy had a new god, only dating back to 7 years ago. But when he flicked through to the moon he stared at the page, no god. There had never been a god of the moon. The book calling the moon a backup, the one god that they didn't need. And Tommy felt himself ashamed, was she really useless? She did so much for Tommy, why hadn't she done anything for them? Shown them that she's one of the most important parts.
The sun seemed to be the one who gained the most gods, it seemed like the first god was the god of the sun. And Tommy felt a hiss in his throat. He put the book down and crawled back out the window, spreading his wings wide and gliding to the grassy floor. As he walked angry surrounded him. Winds picking up, and clouds starting to cover the starry sky. He was angry, Clementine was amazing yet so many disregarded him. He was so caught up in his head he didn't notice the bird following him until a caw brought him back to the living.
He turned his head and looked right at a crow, the small creature standing a bit in front of him. Tommy stared for a second, not expecting another being to be willingly awake. Especially a crow. "Uh hi?" He spoke softly, watching the crow. Said crow cawed and flapped his wings before folding them back and looked at Tommy like they were expecting something. Tommy only stared, confused on what the bird wanted. The crow cawed again, sounding annoyed as they spread their wings out. Tommy finally got what the crow wanted and spread his own wings, the crow quickly began bouncing happily before flying off.
That whole interaction was confusing, and now that the moon began to set tiredness settled in his bones. He waited until his wings had gone before walking back into the orphanage to sleep. But that sleep was bothered as he was shaken away. "Tommy! Get up, someone's here for you!" Tommy groaned but sat up, ignoring the panicked sound in her voice. It was the middle of the day, so all his energy wasn't there. But as he walked down into the main room it came back in a rush. There stood the God of Death. Angel. Or Philza as he closest followers are allowed to call. The god turned to him and a warm smile was placed on his face. "Hi mate, we'll get this done quickly so you can go back to sleep." Both Tommy and his Caretaker was confused on how he knew, and Philza chuckled at their expressions. "Let me explain." He walked over and leaned down, black wings gliding against the dusty floor, making Tommy cringe.
"Tommy, you're one special human. The moon has claimed you as their own." Angel spoke in a soft and calm voice, Tommy only looking at him in confusion before his brain clicked together. And it seemed Angel could see when the pieces of the puzzle clicked together in his head. "Oh.." Is all Tommy could say, still stuck in denial. But the caretaker seemed to slowly go from surprised to annoyed. Staring at Tommy like he killed her cat. "Really? Tommy?" She spoke, aggression in her voice as he stepped next to Tommy and tightly placed her hand on his shoulder. "All new and known gods have some sort of hybridness, Tommy's just a human." If only you knew. Tommy thought to himself as he glared up at the caretaker.
Philza looked between the both of them before speaking once more. "Anyhow, I'd still like to go foreword with the fostering." With one sentence Tommy felt his whole world breaking down. His routine would have to change again. The itch that comes with keeping his wings hidden would have to come back. He was doomed.
And now here he was, confirmed to be the moon and walking into the kitchen. The scent of food flooding him. While he was gaining his energy, the three member of his new family looked dead on their feet. Philza was cooking, hyper focused on the food in front of him. Tommy then turned to the table where Techno and Wilbur were sitting. Techno was the god of nature, being a Piglin hybrid as well. Even with his coldness and bloodlust he was a treasure towards all plants around the Ant artic Empire. As well as his own crops, always looking bright and full of life.
Then there was Wilbur. The sun. And from the first step into their lives he could see Wilbur outshine himself. As well as hold a grudge again him. Philza introduced him to the twins and only Techno gave him a kind enough greeting. Wilbur only staring at him like he blew up the sun, and Tommy was almost tempted to. One day as he was walking back to his room once the moon was setting he'd passed Wilbur's room. And with the door opened he could see and hear Wilbur speaking to the sun like a lover. Calling it sally as he spoke with coos. Since he'd met Wilbur when the sun was setting he finally got a good look at Wilbur's hybrid side. And it seemed that the God was a type of cat. Brown a yellow spots covering his newly fluffy ears and tail. As well as the pattern reaching to his cheeks and scattered across his body.
Tommy quickly left after a bit of observation, not wanting to deal with the egotistical god they called the sun. Wilbur was no sun, the sun had to be her own being. So much different from the man. But as Tommy spent more and more days walking past Wilbur and getting nothing out of the man, he began to despise the sun more then he already did.
His training started a year after he came to Philza, the man telling him that he needed time to settle. Surprisingly he wasn't practicing his supposed powers. Phil telling him to learn the information before physically trying. And after a few nights spent in the library, reading book after book he became bored. There we lights in the library, but without being under the moonlight his wings were transparent. So he stood up and walked to the window, letting the moonlight wash over him as the welcoming feeling of wings came back.
After those years of staying out at night made him used to the wings, now it feels wrong when their not out and proud. Nearly all his flight feathers were out, only a few fluffy feathers still lingering closer to his back. So with a breath of confidence he opened the window and jumped out, spreading his wings wide and flapping them. He was in the air for longer then his normal time, but he still had to glide to the ground after a few minutes. His wings feeling heavy, even under the moon. He waited until his wings felt better before climbing up the castle Philza calls a house. And with the help of his wings he reached the top with a smile, able to be even closer to his moon then when he was at the orphanage.
From the top of the castle he could see the surrounding Village. And its loyal followers to the three gods taking care of them. All lights were out, the humans below sleeping away the night. At first Tommy felt anger. But a soft breeze of comfort from the moon settled his bristling feathers and helped him gain a steady mind. "I know Clem..." He replied softly and turned so he was lying on his stomach. "I just wish they would appreciate you as much as I do." He spoke, a soft trill escaping his throat. Another breeze and the soft whispers of crickets arose around him. As much as he appreciated Clementine for trying to give him comfort it didn't work. Well, not fully.
He loved the moon with all his heart, only her being able to keep him calm. But as he looked down at the village below all he felt in his heart was anger. Looking at his wings he cringed at the sight, normally he'd take a night off of studies and flight training to preen his wings. But lately the feeling of his hands through his feathers felt more daunting then comforting. But he still began to pick and fix his feathers. Not wanting to fall out of the sky because his wings weren't correct. After the fix he decided to take a fly around, gliding down from the castle and jumped across roofs. Since he was still considered a Fledgling or Godling he didn't have all the features as Phil.
While Philza had wings, he also had taloned legs and feathered ears. Tommy so far only gained the wings, the rest of his features slowly growing in under the moonlight. He'd started to notice the feathers on his ears, yet they grew in slower then his wings did.
Every now and then he'd find himself staring at Philza, the god in front of him being everything Tommy wants to be and more. And he was with Philza everyday, so his fascination for the elder god would grow more and more. Then, out of nowhere Philza came into his room as he was preparing to sleep. "Tommy? We need to talk." His tone wasn't upset, but it was unsure. And with Tommy's experience he could only beg that whatever Philza said wouldn't ruin his life. "You're going to be alone here for a week, me, Techno and Wilbur were invited to a god and godling event." His tone got more unsure as he ended the sentence, and Tommy could only keep his face natural. "Oh... And why can I not come?" Tommy was fighting with his throat to make himself sound normal. And watching Philza slowly untense gave him confidence that he had.
"You may be a godling but you're not trained enough to go, nor have the powers to." Philza spoke with a soft smile, and Tommy felt the pit that was growing in his heart speed up. He was silent for a moment, looking a Philza with a calm expression. "When are you leaving?" Philza perked back up at that, all worries about the godling disappearing. "We'll be going tomorrow, maids and servants will be around to care for you, and we wont be gone long." Tommy nodded and sat down on his bed, shuffling to he could easily surround himself in the covers. "Sleep tight Tommy, I'll see you in a week." Phil spoke as he turned and slowly shut the door.
And while sleep was on his mind, all he could think about was why he wasn't allowed to go. Even if he wasn't fully trained as the rest of them he was sure that even the other Godlings would be able to help and teach him. So, with a groan he got up and wrapped the blanket around him. He shuffled the halls and made his way to Techno's room. Determined to get the right answer out of the Piglin, yet was only met back with the same answer and comforting chuffs. Tommy stuck his nose up and walked out of the door. Knowing someone that would tell him the truth no matter what. When searching for Wilbur his room was the first thing he checked, but there was no sign of the cat.
So he went on a manhunt, and it didn't take him long before he spotted the God sitting in the sun and soaking up its heat. He slid through the shadows before getting a close and his can to speak. "Wilbur?" He asked. Even if the God were to scream at him to leave he wouldn't care. All he needs his answers. Wilbur slowly brought down the shades that were on his face and looked at Tommy with an unamused face. "What? I'm busy." He spoke with a hiss, his hatred for Tommy showing with pride. "So, I heard about the event... Why can't i go? Other Godlings are." And to this day, Tommy would regret ever speaking those words.
Because as soon as he finished Wilbur was standing up and towering over him. "You don't know? It's because you're the moon of all things." Tommy flinched, eye's narrowing with anger. "What's that supposed to mean?" He hissed back, keeping it as human as possible. "You've seen the book haven' t you?" He chuckled, a smug smirk on his face. "You're the second Moon god, no one else wanting to claim the role as their own. Want to know why?" Tommy was about to bite back but Wilbur still continued. "You're just the moon Tommy, all you do is tell mortals to sleep when they need to. Nothing else." He chuckled and brushed past Tommy. "You should follow my example. As I am the sun god, most famous." And with that he walked inside, leaving Tommy standing outside. Tired and Upset. So he forced himself to walk inside and collapse into his bed.
He thought he would wake up and be over the fact that he wasn't invited. But his new routine was corrupting him, making him begin to sleep during the night instead of day. On the last night of the three's journey Tommy was sitting on the roof once more, staring at the village below. "Why do they hate you so?" He spoke in a soft voice, looking up as the moon seemed slowly disappear and reappear after a few days. "If only they could see how beautiful you are." He sighed, closing his eyes.
And energy began to creep through his bones, Tommy beginning to rise from his spot on the roof, and standing at the edge. "I could show them.. They could see how amazing you are." He spoke in a soft tone, looking at the small crescent of the moon. It was like Clementine understood his pain, his suffering. Their emotions connected, unable to be torn apart. She gifted him with boundless energy and he slowly began to drag that energy out of him and up into the sky. And he waited and waited, keeping his focus on making his night last forever. And after 10 minutes the Moon hadn't moved, neither the stars. All stationary.
Tommy couldn't help but smile. He did it. He actually did it. And now, thousands of miles away three gods stared at the sky. Moon unmoving, haunting the gods as they stared up in shock. Was this their fault? The youngest seemed okay with being left behind. left behind.