[ WP ] Earth did get tidally locked with the Moon and it 's only viewable from either North or South America . When Europeans first come to the new world they also tell tales of a new object in the sky . ( x-post from /r/space )

`` The tower had been constructed with the help and guidance of a dozen of the greatest scientists and philosphers of England, not to mention the financial guidance of a few wealthy French nobles. It had been sickening making deals with those greedy buzzards, but it had to be done. Thousands of working hands and a few years later, the Tower of England ( commonly reffered to as `` Her Lady's Shaft'' on the streets of London ) stood tall and imposing. 
 A monstrous brick and wood tower rising far above the city, far above the clouds, able to be seen not only in the city, but in the far reaches of Wales, Scotland, Ireland, and rumor had it, even the Spanish could glimpse it from their extravagant cathedrals across the bay. At the very top of this tower was the crown jewel, the'Star Stone', a beacon of light that radiated all across the city and the Isle. The light that came from the stone was the only thing that guided travelers, merchants, and ships all around the British Isle, it was the only source of light in the dark night sky. Before the Tower of England had been built,'night' in Europe was a time of hiding, of fear, of blindness, the darkness was everywhere and the miniscule stars in the sky provided no comfort, but that all changed when her majesty's guard discovered the'Star Stone' in the depths of a cavern underneath some Scottish farmer's pasture. 
 The stone was akin to a large boulder, and during the day appeared very normal, dull really, but as soon as the sun set, it would begin to glow with a mysterious and incredibly strong white light. Transporting it to London took months, and fixing it atop the tower took even longer, but when the Queen is set on something, it is done at all costs. 
 Her majesty saw the glorious opportunity and capitalized on it while she could, and it is why every citizen is required to pay the'Star Stone tax', and every citizen does it willingly. 
 Afterall, the night was full of terrors and the Stone atop the tower prevented those terrors from resurfacing.'' 
 
 With a disgusted sigh, Elizabeth discarded the pamphlet over the shoulder of her throne where a manservant promptly scurried over to dispose of it. Usually she would revel in the narcissistic habit of reading British propoganda pamphlets that had already begun to describe her ambitious missions in the most fanciful ways, but today she could not seem to stomach it. And she knew why. That lowlife Captain Weston had returned from his voyage late last night. He would be coming to deliver her his reports, and if the rumors were true, his reports were fantastical, nigh unbelievable. 
 
 In fact it angered her so much that a filthy, bearded lunatic would make such a ridiculous journey across a disgusting ocean to some imaginary land where brown half human animals lived and worshipped tree folk and, hear this, a white circle in the sky at night, a white circle, what kind of bloody imbecile worships a white circle in the sky, the only white at night is my tower and lord knows i worked muc- 
 
 A loud banging followed by a shout of `` LO, M'LADY!'' interrupted the seething Queen. 
 
 This was followed by twenty seconds of strained silence as the intimidated door guards debated whether to ask the Queen if she had heard the knock or to just continue staring straight ahead. 
 
 `` Well? Do I have to tell you to do everything? Open the bloody door and let him in,'' shouted the Queen in a voice that could shatter glass. 
 
 With pitiful hastiness the guards clumsily opened the doors of the throne hall and in stumbled Captain Weston himself, scraggly, wide-eyed, looking as if he had not slept for the past week, and with such a vacant expression it would seem his spirit was still miles away in the world beyond the ocean fog. 
 
 `` Your majesty...'' he said in a hushed, fearful tone, at this point his eyes were swiveling in their sockets, glancing at everything in the hall, the floor, the windows, the pillars, his legs had begun to visibly shake. 
 
 Suddenly Elizabeth felt as if her throne was slowly constricting her delicate body, this man was unsettling, he had seen things that she had n't, he knew things that she did n't, and for the first time ever, her majesty was terribly and ferociously frightened. 
 
 `` Yes, yes, out with it damn you, what did you find, what is so important that you must wake me at such an early time of day. Speak you fool!'' 
 
 `` They call it'the Moon','' suddenly his fidgeting stopped and Captain Weston somberly looked her dead in the eyes `` and, your majesty, it shines with more brilliance than anything in the entire world below and heavens above. It is nothing less than a divine light from above. It is something that a thousand of your'glorious' towers will never be able to compare to.'' 
 
 Captain Weston was arrested on the spot of course, sent to the dungeons, yet by dinner time he had escaped, with nothing in his cell but an uncategorized white flower, from this'New World' no doubt. 
 
 That night, her majesty could not find an inch of comfort as she lay in bed. She decided that some fresh air would do the trick, it would clear her body of the vulgarities of the morning. She strode to her balcony windows and opened them, letting the cold night air swish through into her bedroom. Resting her hand lightly on the balcony rail she craned her head backwards and stared at the star stone light atop her tower, her magnificent tower far above the squabble of earth. 
 
 Nothing was more beautiful than her creation, her idea. 
 
 Feeling much more relaxed she turned and began to walk back towards her bed. 
 
 Blink. 
 Darkness. 
 Blink. 
 Black. 
 Blink. 
 Turn. 
 Blink. 
 Night. 
 Blink. 
 Terror. 
 Blink. 
 
 That night it is said that even the Spanish in their extravagant cathedrals across the bay heard the blood curdling scream of her majesty, however they probably did not hear the following'thump' of the royal body hitting the palace concrete. 
 
 
 ~End of Prologue~ 
 
 Thanks for reading!: ) Oh and I know this is n't historically accurate, it's an alternate universe, since there was no moon, England did n't get around to sending ships to the new world till the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and yes I made her a tyrannical bitch cause why not haha
