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The old man placed the book on top of a night stand. The young prince, no more than 12, smiled at him. "That was a nice story." The old man, a royal captain of the guards, was happy to hear this. The prince then asked him, "What does it mean?" The princes eyes seemed to glitter in the candlelight. "Well, Edgar, some say it is a prophecy from long ago. Others say it is just a simple legend. I personally believe it is a sad tale with a sad ending. "But..." Edgar puzzled, "Why did the prophecy have to sound so sad? Why can't there always be good endings for people and stories?" The story reminded Edgar of his mother, who was elsewhere in the castle, dying of an unknown illness. Plebians once described her as 'The Moon Goddess' for her beauty resembled that of the moon's. This may have been what prompted Edgar to ask that question. The old guard stroked Edgar's hair. "Edgar, not every story can have a happy ending. Sometimes, a great king can win a war, but at the cost of the love of his life. We can't always have everything. Now please, go to sleep." He tucked the prince in, blew out the candle, and left. Edgar thought about the Sun and his Moon until at last he fell asleep.
Many years passed. Edgar was now the old man, his hair slowly disappearing from his head. He learned the harsh truths about love and war, and saw the world he once knew vanish without a trace. His heart grew dark and bitter. But now, King Edgar II had a son of his own, a young boy called William. King George of a close land took Will from him, and he hardly saw his boy. One day, when Will was but 12, he visited his father, as he did every year or so with George's permission. During his stay Edgar stumbled across a very dusty book, and recognized it as the book of legends from his youth. He flipped through the pages until he found his favorite story, The Sun and Moon. That night, for the first time, he read to his son. He read to him his once favorite story, just to see what Will would say about it.