“Once upon a time, the sun burned out. The world that the people of Sharia's son lived on began to freeze, killing off most of the population that couldn’t survive the low temperatures within a week. Those who had learned to keep warm every second of the day survived. But one day, one of the survivors began to praise the sun in order for it to come back to their world. They worshipped the sun each and every day, giving it the food that they had to learn to grow in the snow- thus creating the Ice Berries, Melondice, etc.

     Other survivors began to join in, while the rest disregarded the foolishness. How could they worship the sun that will never return? Have they gone crazy? 

     This idea separated the group of believers and non-believers. However one day, the sun came back, unfreezing the cold world. Those who had worshipped the sun became Celestials. They were rich in spirit, wealth, and love. 

     They cursed the Modest Moon which they had seen day in and day out. Those who did not worship the sun became Humans. They were not rich in spirit, wealth nor love. They would be deemed poor for the rest of their life and below Celestials. Because the Great Sun had risen once again, Celestials will hold the Solis Ball- a celebration that is only held one day of the year. The day where the Modest Moon will be full and eyeing the people of the Great Sun.”

     Iesa came to the last page of the book and closed it shut. He turned it over and examined the front cover. Half of the leather cover had a sun that smiled happily while the other half held a moon that frowned. Above these two figures, were the words, “What the Solis Ball is and how it came to be.” Below, in small cursive words were, “For Celestial Children Only.”

     “Interesting. So that’s why there are two kinds of people,” He commented, getting up from his bed, “And that’s why Mother and Father will not see me for a day.”

     He strutted around his bed and to his food box that laid on the wall beside his dresser. He grabbed the small metal nod on the cover and opened it. He set the book back inside, where his empty dinner plate was. He reached to the back of the box and pressed the small silver button. 

     The motor kicked on and the platform the plate and book sat on fell into the darkness. He always believed that the House Servants were feeding some kind of great-grandfather. This idea came from a story about an old Celestial who hid away in his bedroom. None of the House Servants ever saw him but continued to feed him meals every day. And none of them ever knew he had died.

     “It’s almost time.” He closed the food box and turned around. The sun was beginning to set. He footed over to the window and pushed back the curtains. The bright yellow ball slowly fell behind the mountains. He braced himself as he watched the last bit of the sun touch the mountains. He was expecting to see the bright green flash but instead, something happened. It wasn’t a green flash today, but a blue one and it lingered in the sky, taking his breath away.

     “Whoa.” He awed, pressing his hand against the window, “That’s never happened before.”