The celestial feud

Beneath the cloak of an ever-twisting cosmos, I, Lysandorion, the Moon itself shall tell the tale of our celestial war, a relentless pursuit of dominion over the heavens...

 It was I who dealt the first blow, a strike so potent that it scarred the very essence of my brother, SettingSun. With a swipe of my lunar claws, I etched a dark stripe across his sun-like pelt so deep it stained, a permanent reminder of my power and resolve. It was not a warning but a deceleration of war. 

A war that I Lysandorion intend to win. Even if it cost me. 

As the guardian of the night, I am the embodiment of the moon's serene yet formidable presence. My ambition is not for harmony but for a rightful claim over the sky, a domain where my nocturnal followers can live beneath my starry canopy. A world where soft paws, keen eyes, sharp sensed predators have a claim over my brother's ever growing domain... 

The solar eclipse... Sutch a rare event, showcasing how I the moon can cover my brother's powerful rays of light. Isn't that enough of a reason for him to give up the throne of the skies? Dear brother, I am ascending, ready to claim the throne of the sky. My true birthright. For why should I yield? 

This is no mere skirmish; it is an all-out war, a battle that rages across the heavens. Even if our fight cracks the earth, rages the sea and the earth trembles beneath our celestial paws... Heh... This fight will not end, untill the earth is soaked in my brother's golden sun touched blood. 

The birds and creatures of the day. Even the mighty lion.. once the vibrant heralds of my brother's reign, now cower in the dimming light, their songs silenced by the might of my eclipse. My followers, the stealthy hunters of the night, rise with the promise of victory. 

In this war, there is no room for peace, no desire for balance. There is only the drive to see the night reign supreme. The eclipse is not an end but a beginning, the first of many battles in our eternal war for the sky.