This was long before any could have known. Long before humanity entirely. Long before life. The wind was howling and throwing things about. Then came the clouds and growled at him with anger:

“Who gives you permission to trespass?” The wind quiets down and gives them a hard look.

“Myself. I do not take orders from anything.” The clouds collide with each other and create piercing hot lightning, which strikes the wind. The wind shakes his massive head, unharmed.

“I am air, clouds! I am everything and nothing! You cannot harm me!” The clouds looked at each other and sighed.

“The queen wishes to see you, then.” The wind blew after the clouds, hanging unto them as they led him farther into the sky, where the sun sat.

She smiled down at them warmly and motioned for the clouds to move away.

“Oh dearest wind. I seek your help.” The wind considered and answered:

“For what, might I ask?” The sun dimmed slightly, making the wind wonder.

“Ah, dearest wind, my brother, the moon, is threatening to bring eternal darkness upon the earth. I need you to defeat him.” The wind shook his massive head once more.

“Oh, sun, I am afraid I cannot. The moon is a powerful man. I am nothing but mere air.” The sun started weeping silently, her tears forming small golden flowers on the earth. The wind could do little to comfort her, therefore he asked:

“Where does the moon reside?” The queen silenced her sobs and glanced at him.

“Farther into the sky, with the silver stars.” The wind bid her farewell and flew over to the sky. The moon was large and so powerful and bright back then, looking down on earth with pride and rein.

The wind went over and bowed as low as he could.

“My dearest moon, I have heard you wish to darken earths days?” The moon turned to him with a certain glare and frowned.

“It is so. What business do you have with me, wind?”

“Why, I wish to help you, of course!” The moon narrowed his beady eyes and hummed.

“Hm. Very well. But you must swear an oath first. The stars shall tell you what to say.” One of the stars hopped down and perched beside the wind.

“To the skies and the earth,” The twinkling star started, “I shall forever serve the sir moon.” The wind swore; however, he left out one word so the oath would not be really binding.

The moon and the star seemed not to notice, and so he served beside the moon until the day came to defeat his sister. The wind watched from afar as the moon went over to her. The clouds blocked his path with a growl:

“How dare you come here? Turn back at once!” However, the moon snuck a glance over to the wind, and he gently blew the clouds away. The sun sat on her throne of the sky, dozing off quite soundly. The moon snuck over as to not awaken her, and then with that, the sky suddenly went dark.

The wind, mow alarmed, peaked at them both; what he saw amazed him to no end: There was the moon, covering the light of the sun with his dark form.

The wind was enraged and cold, for the sun was not there to warm the day, and blew the moon far away where he would not find his way.

The sun had awakened and looked quite frightened. The wind went over to her and gently blew on her hot face, cooling her and calming her down.

“Ah, gentle wind! How could I ever repay you?” The wind shook his head and smiled.

“Let me blow on certain days and bring the clouds over, covering you while you go to sleep. There should be 30 days each, and we will call those months. 12 months will be a year, and I shall blow 6 months and you can rest while I do so.” The sun agreed to this, and therefore seasons were created.

Every few years the moon found his way back and covered the sun, and every time the wind blew him far away, therefore those times were called eclipses.

What became of the stars? They rested when night came to be beside the moon and lit the light he had lost.