Night Way and Day Guardian

Why must we define what we cannot control? Night is pure where Day is tormented. But we live both.

Night Way and Day Guardian

When Night fell, everyone was meant to sleep. It was fact of nature few denied. Some places had nights that were livelier than days. Other places, Night was dead. No one could truly comprehend the truth behind the time of day all were meant to sleep. Night was a mystery…it was dark and sacred.

 

There was a place, on a main street with closed shops and shuttered windows where Night came first. Everything had a beginning, a starting point that then traced its way to all the corners of its dark domain. Night came first to this one street, at only one time of the day.

 

There was a sacred poetry of Night that many people used to explain its intricacies. Night was evil where Day was good. So why did people feel more comfortable at Night, when everything seemed to be working against them? In the world there seemed to be more Night owls than early birds, yet in the world there were more people that feared the Night than respected it. Darkness had its own matrices written in stone from years before; darkness was the enemy.

 

But then Night was when the stars could shine the brightest. Night was when the moon hung over the skies in its mysterious and ethereal glow. Night was when the winds blew freely and howled their symphonies in the quiet. And on this main street, where Night shed its splendor first, such aspects of its world became that much more real.

 

It was called Night Way.

 

At the center of Night Way, there was a line drawn in the shadow of light and dark. Day stood on one side and Night on the other, for Night started on Night Way but certainly did not end.

 

“Do not be afraid for Night to come.” Night Way told the woman on the other side, “The Light must give way for Dark to rule, but it never lasts forever.”

 

“I do not fear the Night.” The Day Guardian replied, “The Night is the child in my womb that I birth when the sun sets. The sun is the lover that sets so the moon can shine. With everything given, who am I to fear the moments of darkness that display such heavenly love?”

 

Night Way smiled at that and, just as the sun would begin to set on the side of Day and rise on the side of Night, he saw in the eyes of the woman that she truly did not fear it. But what was there to fear of the dark...when it was the light that held the most sin?

“Night is sacred and pure.” The Day Guardian was saying when the darkness enveloped her, “The Day is tainted with the lost spirits of those that couldn’t find what they were looking for at Night. They live forever haunted by their dreams and undefined goals. They are muses to their own sins. When Night falls, they are meant to sleep. They are tormented but cured. Their hearts weep to wake again, as their dreams of a perfect world fade into their imperfect one.”

 

Night Way looked around him and saw that the main street was now covered in the fresh coating of an ethereal Day. The shuttered shop windows were now wide open. The emptiness that had been its display at Night was now filled with the faces of those who had woken up to greet the gift of another day to live. He saw in the looks of their eyes the truth of the Day Guardian’s words. They were tormented by the memories of a pure Night. A very tainted day awaited them. He saw.

 

“We will never know the power of what we guard.” He said.

 

“We will never understand why we must define what we cannot control.” She echoed.

 

“Night is the time after Day.”

 

“Day is the time before Night.”

 

“That is all, and that is all that there should be.”

 

Night Way began to fall into the clutches of dark again, as the side of Day began to shine brightly under the splendor of the sun.

 

Night always came first to Night Way. And it was at Night when everyone was meant to sleep.

Author's Note

I seem to find a metaphor in everything, especially super early in the morning. Apparently I was day dreaming about night....which goes to show how weird it is the life that I live...
Either way, read, review, let me know how I did/how you liked it! It's pretty short--shorter than most of the things I write.
Also, news post to come in my WC blog soon! :)
Reviews=motivation!

-Mila

Reviews

[Mr_M]

After reading your story I will never look at night the same way again. Without giving you my life story I used to work 12 hours shifts through the night. It is strange sleeping in the day and living by night. Watching the sun rise was a releif at first. Until you get used to it, by then it is normal. Though I would say it never felt completely natural. Especially five in the morning when you have match sticks holding up your eye lids.

Anyways I feel this is an interesting view point almost as if night gets this bad reputation for day's mischevious behaviour. I found that fascinating. I have never seen it done before like this in all honesty. I love the truce and the way both enterties are their own characters. They have more in common than we realize in a strange way. This is very imaginative and and well thought out, from the quote at the beginning to the metaphors all the way through. I agree with one of the other reviews with this ancient indian story feel. That is a complement in itself. Two brillaint stories. I will be back.

[Mila]

Thank you so much for stopping by and giving this a read. I feel like I wrote this so long ago... but I'm still glad that people find it enjoyable. :) Always appreciated!

[NoelHC]

For some reason this story seemed to be like a legend told by a North American Indian elder, maybe because I toured a museum about the aboriginals and how they hunted and survived, while on a road trip yesterday. An unusual feel and tone in this one, which was very refreshing to see. I liked this a lot.

[Mila]

Thanks! Yeah I read over it when I was done and it did sort of read like that but I can't hold a torch to the story telling skills of the Native elders :)

[Jennie Baron]

Beautiful! Day and night each have their place, their unique beauty, and are part of the natural cycle. Not all evil happens at night, nor is the day always perfectly beautiful. This is so poetically worded. One thing I wondered was when it says, "she truly did not fear the it," is that a typo and should it be "she truly did not fear it"?

[Mila]

Thank you for the review! And ahhhh yes, that would a typo, thanks for pointing that out! :) Glad you enjoyed!