Many eons ago, very little existed within our universe. Of course, there were the planets and the stars, but very little in lue of sentient life was in our galaxy. Slowly, dinosaurs evolved from sea-faring beasts, and later humans from the primitive primates of yore. Things come and go, species further evolved and created civilization, and yet… one being stood by watching all the while. This figure was not a god, and certainly not a man. It resided within the confines of space, confined to watching the goings-on of the Milky Way all by its lonesome.
The main token of its interest was humanity though. This was also the case with the prehistoric life on Earth, but they all seemed to disappear when the being threw a small rock in their direction to see what they did. Nonetheless, the god-thing was enamoured with the human race. Space is a cold, restrictive place, and one could travel its confines for many a sennight before encountering anything of note, and even then nothing would offer much of a conversation. Perhaps something else did reside within the restrictive depths, but if that was the case the being was not privy to that knowledge.
Something as alive and as complex as humanity is certainly a spectacle indeed, at least so to the observer of it all. It stood by on two feet it did not have, watching as humans evolved from the primates of years before, progressed out of the dark ages, and eventually formed villages and kingdoms. The being was ever infatuated with the medieval in particular, and it was in this critical stage in humanity when that infatuation peaked.
At the time, the entity looked all around it with eyes that shouldn’t see. At the planets that kept it with sparse company, and the lonely depths that became a bore many a millennium ago. It tasted the dust and little else that resided within the depths that sat on its tongue, but also not. It felt both the cold of nothingness and yet also the heat of the Sun that had taken many a year to get to it, on a body that should hold no sense. Most importantly by debate, however, it felt the nagging sadness of being alone, in a heart that shouldn’t be. It’s truly hard to feel when you have no corporeal body, and yet… it felt.
There was no reason to stay here, with such a prompt and prime solace right in front of its eyes, and so it devised a plan. It would go talk to the humans, and if everything went according to the plan would establish a place among them. With this in mind, the being shrunk itself down to a roughly human size and shape, decided to go by Helios (a name that it had given to one of the many stars it had viewed in its years of passive watching) if questioned for a name by the humans, and began the long, arduous trek to Earth. It took many a day and many a night, but eventually the entity was able to reap what it had sowed with its arrival.
 Everything seemed new and fresh from this perspective, and “Helios” was overcome with such a joy for finally having reached such a wondrous place. The brilliant blue of the sky with wisps of white travelling upon it. The emerald green of the grass that tickled the bottom of its feet. The light breeze that rustled the nearby trees and the clothing the being wore. It truly was a wonderful place to be.
Its travels were not over however, for it soon realized that not a knowledgeable, sentient being rested within many a mile from where it touched down. Without much of a choice and a touch of annoyance, the being set forth once more to find one of the civilizations it had once so enjoyed watching.
This trek took a great deal of time, and the once incorporeal being experienced many things it never once could’ve imagined. The sting of one’s feet after a long day of summer’s travel. The cool, refreshing feeling on one’s tongue of a drink of water after such a trip. The nagging sense of hunger at one’s gut, and the rewarding stimulation of filling that void with food much akin to what it viewed the people it cherished doing close to ritualistically thrice a day. Its efforts would soon come to reward, as after the twentieth day it caught a glimpse of humanity on the horizon. It was just a sliver, a fragment of a rooftop as “Helios” crested a hill, but it was enough motivation to drive the being the rest of the way.
Within the hour it approached the gate of the town but paused for a moment to consider itself. Deciding the entity did not consider themselves the most presentable after all this time, it took a detour and rested within a nearby grotto. While within its reclusive confines, “Helios” took rest and washed as to not appear as it had… well, walked the land for over two weeks. It allowed itself time to dry before enclothing itself once more in a manner similar to that which it viewed humanity do on the daily, and to prepare itself for what it was to say when it first talked with a member of the town. However, the time of solace and decision making it held would soon come to an end with little to its knowledge.
A young child, no more than 8, found its way into the grove of trees. It was a usual play space for the child, one that its parents approved of them being, and to see another person there was a rather unusual sight indeed. It approached with caution, or at least with as much caution a child so young could muster and tried to remain silent while keeping one foot in front of the other in a shaky walk. “Helios’” attention is rather promptly caught however when the child tumbles into a bush, having tripped over their own feet with its attempts at not being heard. Such a sight and sound was ever curious to the being, rising and walking over to check on the newcomer.
As the child scrambled to unlodge itself out of the bush, and by the time it was successful “Helios” was within a few feet of the little one. Within the moment, their eyes connected for a brief, crucial moment. The child saw something within the being at that moment, something… inhumane, but not bad. Faux-human, but not evil. Such a thing can be misconstrued as each other in the mind of a child, much as a shadow could be as a threat, and this particular youngling was not immune to such an event. In fact, that’s what rather promptly happened, and a fear so strong and irrational that it could only be within the undeveloped mind rose to the surface, and the child bolted ran as fast as their legs could carry them and then some. It left the grotto with absolute haste, not stopping until it reached the place it called home.
    As one would expect, this confused the entity greatly. Why would a child as such run from it when it had done no wrong? As such, this was debated within the head of the being for many a minute without so much of a clue as to follow the fear-stricken youth. As the time passed the less it made sense, but eventually the entity got over it in its head. No point in scouring details that weren’t present to the being at the time.
With that, he set off once more to the town that was his original destination. Something was different about the trip this time though. Something akin to dread and tension hung heavy in the air, so much so that you could cut it with a dull kitchen knife. “Helios” was indeed privy to this feeling, but could only ignore it and hope that it was not related to the incident that had occurred only minutes prior. As it drew near to the civilization, more and more details came into their view. The buildings were gray and brown, made of cracked stone and having stood for many a year. The chimneys released dull puffs of smoke into the air, barely visible against the clouds that had rolled into view since he had started walking. The few humans about travelled on paths made of gravel and cobbled stone, although the few about seemed to skitter about like a frightened mouse.
With this, “Helios” began to worry. Something indeed seemed to be wrong, and the feeling in the air had multiplied thricefold since the entity had first taken notice of it. The being made the final stretch towards the gate, the only easy entrance into the town surrounded by a wall that must have been standing ages before any of the buildings had been. The cloud cover now fully ruled the sky, and the distinct smell of smoke wafted from somewhere that wasn’t easily determinable. The god-thing slowed as it approached, unnerved by… something it couldn’t determine. Little did it know, it would soon find out what just what it was that was making everything seem so wrong.
In only a few seconds, a man holding a lit torch came into the entity’s view and cautiously approached. He certainly didn’t seem keen to say anything, but the being could tell that the man had many a thing he desired to say. The entity spoke first in a deep voice, one raspy from many a year of disuse, to initiate an exchange of words between the two.
“Hello there. I am H-”
“I know what you are. You are no man, for you are a beast!” The man spoke words in a manner so venomous that any other man would walk away right there. The being he spoke with was no man though, as much as it might wish that it was.
The entity did not understand the abrupt hostility in the slightest, and so he spoke as if it wasn’t present within the man’s voice.
“...I mean no harm, to you or the rest of your township.”
“Cease the guise! The child would never dare to lie, and he claimed you inhumane!”
    At once, much came into the understanding of the entity. The child must have somehow seen that there was more to the being than just a simple wanderer, be it as implausible as that might be. The disguise it held was as foolproof as one could be, modelled after many a different person he had observer across the great expanse of land that the humans called home. There must have been some fault to it nonetheless, especially if a child was able to detect that the entity was not all that it seemed to be.
“...t’was a simple misunderstanding. Ple-”
    The man was not listening at this point. He only wanted this newcomer to leave their town, be it if he actually was what the child claimed. A small crowd of people had gathered to watch the exchange, curious as to what could get the man into such an… admittedly not that aggressive frenzy.
“Nonsense. Leave now, or face the wrath of the militia!”
“Please, calm yourself-”
“I said leave, unless you’d rather be burned at the stake!”
The entity had never had such an exchange and didn’t particularly care for it now that it had. Without another word, the being turned on its heel and walked off. It didn’t know where it was going, it just knew that it would be going away from here. Soon it broke into a run, and then a full-on exhausting sprint, and soon it was running faster than any person should be able to. The trip it had originally done in close to half a month was done in a night. It even began the trek back to its place in the expanses of space, never slowing a touch. Anger, confusion, and most of all rejection are what fueled it, and that’s the only thing that dwelled within its mind.
Within the next day, the being had returned to the place it had known for a great deal of its ‘life.’ It was once more incorporeal, and though it should no longer be able to feel emotions that did not stop their tears from flowing. The humans had hurt him in a manner he had never dreamed possible, in ways it didn’t even fully understand itself. In truth, it was only the one man that had damaged him so for reasons no one truly knew, but the causes of pain blur within the mind of one feeling emotions as so. Within its torrent of emotions, the being thought up a plan that it considered oh so dastardly.
Within the entity’s long hours of idle watching, it had taken notice to one thing particular of many. The humans seemed always more active during the hours which light was present to them and seemed to both sleep and revel in festivities during the hours of darkness. If those hours of dark were gone, they would get no sleep, and if it blocked the sun, they would get nothing done. With this, the entity set out to achieve these ill-minded, abrupt goals with such a success.
It struck down the moon in a blind fit of betrayal and sadness, sending its pieces sprawling throughout the cold expanses and reaches that is space, fashioned some form of cover for the sun with post-haste. When this was done and the blockade was in position, the being turned its gaze back down to Earth. Already they were in a frenzy. The towns were in an uproar of fear and panic over the abrupt changing of light, cries of “The sun vanished!” ringing out throughout the buildings. All that could be seen was the fires that humanity had started, and more were popping up with the new disappearance of their sight. It looked too upon the oceans, their tides running amuck, and to the animals which in themselves were acting in oh so strange of a manner.
At first, the being felt satisfaction. It had, in its opinion, gotten back at the humans who had wronged it so. Slowly, more emotions crept into its mind despite what it would presumably prefer. It had been only the one man who had wronged him so, and in response he had done something close to tragically wrong to the entirety of them. What was the being to derive them of the pleasure of heat and the beauty of the world? It felt ashamed for its actions and felt remorse and guilt all the same. Taking the time to think out its actions, the entity set out to write the wrongs it had wrought.
Returning the sun and light would be the easiest thing to do, all that being needed to do was to remove the barricade. Light returned to the earth, causing both confusion and relief to the world. This became known as the first recorded solar eclipse, though none after it occurred in the same manner as it had on that day. The moon would be a larger issue however. The entity searched and searched for many an hour, but no trace of it and its pieces where to be found anywhere among the stars. With a heavy heart, the being started what would prove to be the most strenuous task in its long-lived life, and show that there was a limit to what it could do. Ever so slowly, a new moon began to form in front of the entity, It grew and grew and soon became large enough to function as an appropriate substitute.
However, the being was not strong enough to fully fashion a perfect replica. There was a sizable dent within the moon, and at that point the entity had exhausted its energy too far. It sank to rest, throwing the moon into the sky and setting it at a permanent spin. The being would spend many a day and many a night resting and watching once more, but it would never feel as though it fully righted the wrong it had done to humanity.
Somewhere below on the earth, the man is looking up at the sky and seemingly up beyond, possibly at the stars. He couldn’t help but feel as if he had something to do about this, but… no, that was preposterous. There wasn’t much up there, and some beast person thing couldn’t be one of the few there… right? No human could even get up there in the first place, or so it was believed. The man put the thought out of his mind and went over to put out a few of the remaining lit torches within his house. There wasn’t much use for them now that the light was back, and a person could walk around without aid to the eye being needed. The task only took a few minutes, and within the moment the man went to check on his child. They would never lie… right?
To this day, the moon has been as it was that many years ago. The dent was still there, but luckily not always visible to the human eye due to the spin hiding the crevice from view depending on the night. That is why we know the moon to be full some days, and crescent others. When the moon is fully gone, it’s said that the entity is unknowingly blocking it from view. As for you… you may be wondering how I know this story, and who I am to tell it. Let us just say… I talk about myself in the third person from time to time.
Le Fin.