ILKAY

That's me.

I'm The Moon. My name is Ilkay.

For many, many, MANY years, Sol and I have battled. We've battled over who got to reign over Texas.

We've grown quite fond if it.

I think it's beautiful.

But it hasn't always been Texas.

It's been wherever was the most beautiful.

It's been Englad, Italy (I love Italy so much), Greece.

Many places.

Now it's Texas.

When I won, I would reign over it for a bit, while Sol regained his energy.

Same goes for when he wins. He reigns, I regain.

I can't tell you how long it's been since we started this. I can't tell you what we did befire this.

For as long as I can remember, we've been fighting.

For as long as I can remember, we've hated each other.

I thought it was hate.

But it was love.

I love him.

And he hates me.

He hates that I love where he loves.

He hates that he can't get rid of me.

He doesn't know that all I want is to be with him.

He doesn't know that the whole reason I love where he loves is to be near him.

Even if he hates me.

Even if he doesn't want anything but to fight.

Even if he wishes I'd just leave.

Even if he doesn't love me like I love him.

So that's me.

I walked down the streets in Texas.

Sol was shining brightly in the sky.

We both have the abilty to change our form and roam the Earth.

Doesn't matter where our celestial form is at.

The moon, not me, but my celestial form, is on the other side of the world, creating a dark glow across the land of England.

It was nearing the time of our battle.

I wish he loved me, I thought to myself.