Writing prompt : The sun rose today , but has n't set ...

I know I'm a bit guilty of not properly addressing the prompt, but it inspired me to write this. I had a bit of fun with it. I did n't proof it or anything, but it was a nice break from what I'm working on this morning. Here you go: 
 
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 In the largest room of the true Temple of the Sun God, a young boy stifled a yawn as he slouched in his chair. He had been there for hours, listening only to the angry lecture being given to him by his father. The boy had understood his mistake as soon as it had been made, but that did n't stop the angry man in the room from hammering on about the one tiny hiccup the boy had caused: the sun was stationary in the sky. 
 
 As the lecture continued, the boy began to tune out, hypnotized by the feathers on his father's headdress as they flicked from side to side with his wild gesticulations. The boy rested his chin on his hand, which was promptly slapped away by his father, who apparently viewed it as an insolence. 
 
 `` Pay attention!'' the old man barked. `` One job! I give you one little job and you screw it up! Raise the sun, then set the sun. I'm never going to live this down with the other gods. You've made my very purpose into a mockery! From now on, whenever the sun successfully sets, humans will sarcastically slow clap at the sky and say,'Oh, well done, Kinich, you managed to do your job today!' I knew you were n't ready for this responsibility.'' 
 
 `` Sorry, father,'' the young man sighed. 
 
 ``'Sorry, father!''' the god named Kinich mimicked with as much sarcasm as he could muster. `` Maybe you'll grow up to be the god of making amends. Shall we see what's going on outside? Yes, let's do that.'' 
 
 Kinich walked over to a large circular pool at the center of the temple. With an angry sweep of his hand, images of commonfolk appeared on the surface of the water. 
 
 `` Look at this mess. Just look at it.'' Kinich gestured at the pool with both hands. `` Nobody knows what to do. My priests are being flooded with inquiries, some moron in the east is tapping his sundial with a look of utter confusion on his face, and everyone is skipping work to heap mounds of useless offerings on my altars.'' Kinch cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at the water. `` Keep burning your food, idiots! I'm sure that'll help!'' 
 
 `` Sorry, father,'' the young man mumbled. `` I just do n't know what went wrong.'' 
 
 `` I'll tell you what went wrong,'' Kinich said with uneasy calm. `` You *broke* the *sun*. The thing is completely stalled out, and I'm not sure how to get it started again.'' 
 
 The boy shifted his legs to prevent them from falling asleep. Just as Kinich buried his face into his palms in a moment of exasperated silence, there was a timid knock on a nearby doorway. A young woman with black hair and silver eyes stood just outside the room. 
 
 `` Uh, hi, Kinich? Did you know that there's a problem with th-'' 
 
 `` Yes, I'm aware of the issue with the sun, Chel,'' Kinich said, clenching his fists next to his ears. `` Working on it.'' 
 
 `` Okay, because I ca n't pilot the moon into the sky until you-'' 
 
 `` I believe I said I'm working on it, Chel. Just... just hang on, okay?'' 
 
 She backed out of the doorway without a word and shuffled off with her eyes directed firmly at the floor. Kinich let out a heavy sigh and gestured for his son to stand up. 
 
 `` Come on, we have to fix this before our human followers sacrifice all their daughters and die of sunburns. You got us into this, and you're going to help get us out. You can hold a flashlight, ca n't you?'' 
 
 The boy nodded. It was literally going to be a long day.
