Once upon a time, three great beings made of pure light lived in the beautiful manse upon the clouds, called the Three Earthly Lights. They were the brave Heria, who shone hue of gold who wielded the mighty fiery sword Flare, fierce and strong-willed. Serena, who shone of pure white, a singer and entertainer, who hosted most lavish parties with the other gods. And there was Asaria, whose light was a deep purple, with eyes that shone silver like diamonds, a quiet lady who near never spoke, yet whose beauty was unchallenged.

Every day, the three would take turns lighting up the world. Heria brought heroes and war and glorious battle, Serena brought joy and fun to the humans, and Asaria marked plentiful harvest and a time of rest. And every day, they would perform their duty.

When it was Asaria's turn, the world would bask in her strange beauty. The people praised her with sacrifices of food and animals, and the gods looked on with pride. Heria and Serena would especially admire her, and soon they had both fallen in love with her.

And that love turned to jealousy. And that jealousy would begin to tear the Earthly Lights apart, until one faithful day.

While Heria was busy lighting the world and making war with the humans, Serena was hosting a celebration for Ion, the champion of the god of health, for his victory over the great plague of Zalmes. When it came time for the dancing, Serena came to Asaria. She told her of her beauty, a beauty she could never resist. Asaria smiled, and held out her hand, and they began to dance.

The other gods cheered them on, and proclaimed that Serena would be the one, the one to hold her beauty. They danced across the floor of the manse, the white and purple swirling through the air. They leapt and twirled and twisted and jumped, and the gods applauded as they did. One by one, the couples stepped back and let the two have their moment.

Heria had been resting from a long campaign when she heard of the dance. Her jealousy put her in tears, and she lit her sword Flare into a blazing glory. She ascended to the manse in the clouds and kicked the door open, declaring to the crowd: "Yield!" Her fury caused her hair to glow orange and red as if it was fire. She lifted her sword for all to see.

Serena stepped forth, pushing Asaria aside. "Good Heria, maiden of war, it does you no good to cast me down," she told her. She asked she lower her sword, and told her she would never live to see another day should she dare attack.

But Heria would not have it. She raised her sword, and struck at Serena, causing black scars to appear, her light leaking from them. She struck back with a magical force that began draining at her with the same black scars. The gods looked on in horror, they could not interfere.

Heria lit her sword in a crown of fire once again, and prepared to kill Serena, thrusting the sword forward. But in place of her enemy, she struck Asaria, who pushed Serena aside, who had lost much of her light. She let out a small tear, and as her light faded her body disintegrated into fire and ash. Her purple light spilled into the skies, and the world would be covered in the strange hue. Heria laid down her sword, and in her grief she set the manse ablaze.

Amidst the flames, Heria and Serena both took one of the crystal-like silvers that used to her eyes. They, too, disintegrated, breaking into dust before them. And then the dust flew away into the night, and then they began to twinkle. Her tear streaked across the sky - the first of the falling stars.

Heria and Serena, mourning the loss of their love, slowly began to repair their broken relationship. What remained of the manse would be split into two, one domain for each of the two. When Heria and Serena returned to their duties after the great fight - with the world having been cast into six years of darkness - the humans rejoiced their return. But the two could never find joy again.

Whenever Heria takes the sky, her fury outshone the night, and her fire turned the sky blue, the color of her sadness, the sadness that still lived in her. And when Serena takes the sky, she would dance alone in the night, sobbing for her lost love. And every month, the two would meet at the ruins of their old manse. And in their combined grief, the world would be plunged into an eclipse.

Thus came the Sun; thus came the Moon. And thus came the stars that light up our night.