[ WP ] For the first time in a hundred years , night fell on the Land of Two Suns .

We sat together on the hillside waiting for the momentous occasion. Throughout written history, there had always been two suns. Muto, the big sun, carried with it light and heat. It brought life into the world and bathed us with a comforting warmth. It was a being of love, growth, and fertility. We, as a people, cherished the power that Muto brought to our lives. Then there was Jeru, the little sun. Constantly eclipsed by his older and larger brother. He was always fighting to share what he had with us, constantly following the oath of his sibling to bring his energy to our people. 
 
 
 Older civilizations characterized Jeru as kind of an understudy, one who would take his brother's place one day. We did not know if Muto would move on to help other lands or if he he might die, forever leaving the sky dimmer in his absence. Whatever the case might be, we still loved Jeru as well, even if his contributions sometimes made things a little too warm. Together, they leapt through the sky, always chasing each other, and rarely letting the darkness fall on out lands. 
 
 
 In modern times, though, we discovered that, as a solar system, we were unusual. Twin suns were not the common configuration, and many who had lived their lives here had never seen a sky without the brothers. Every hundred years, however, the chase gets out of hand, and both Muto and Jeru leave us for a time. In the early days, we assumed they got lost, needed a break, or simply hid from us as a joke. Today, we know that the sun's paths sometimes take them beyond our sky at the same time. 
 
 
 And we sat, staring upward from the greass, watching the brothers slide away into the horizon. We watched as the sky began to fade from orange to pink. As the pair drifted beyond our sight, the halos of their light sparkled just beyond, and the sky began to take on shades of purple and blue. We all sat agape as the sky began to be swallowed by blues and blacks. Finally, Muto and Jeru were gone, leaving us with stars... other suns of other galaxies. They sparkled like jewels in the darkness, and we stared like awed children at this once in a lifetime view. For the first time in a hundred years, night fell on the Land of Two Suns.
