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Long ago, when the Dying Sun was still young, there were no tides. The only time the water ventured onto dry ground was when the Being of Ocean called his storms. His mighty storms returned water to rivers and lakes, and without them, life would have ceased. But the Being mourned, for in order to carry water to all the land, the storms had to last several days, and the people on the coast bore the brunt of it. But there was little he could do about it.
He was not the only Being who was mourning an inevitable loss, however. High in the heavens, The Sun was slowly becoming busier and busier. His younger brother, The Moon, was left alone. At first, the young Being did not mind. He had his palace, his garden, his crafting shop, and his books. But loneliness creeps upon us all, and soon The Moon wished for a companion to share his inventions with. His servants, though devoted, were gifts from his brother, and would never break form.
One night, while resting in his gardens, The Moon looked down and saw the beginnings of a storm. He had never seen such a thing and descended from his domain to watch. Appearing on the shore, he saw another there, tears streaming down his face, glowing faintly.
Shocked, but now more curious than ever, The Moon introduced himself, asking who the Other Being was, and why he was crying. The Ocean turned in surprise, but soon recognized the Being and bowed, introducing himself as well. The Moon protested at once, stating the Other to be his equal, and asked about the storm.
The Ocean revealed it was a way to get water back to the innermost part of the land, and The Moon praised his clever thinking. After a moment he asked about the other’s tears and The Ocean’s grief returned twofold. He explained how the people nearest the coast endured each storm, suffering damaged houses and injured loved ones. He confessed his fear of killing the people of the coast one day.
The Moon was horrified and promised to help him. He explained that he had many magical tools in his palace, and could create one to suit The Oeacen’s needs if needed. The Moon returned to his domain and gathered as many tools as he could, bringing them with him as he returned to The Ocean’s side.
When none of them worked The Moon returned them, bringing instead paper and pencils to draw plans with. Days passed as the Beings worked, creating a beautiful sword that could command the waters of the earth. This allowed The Ocean to push the water up and beyond the coastal towns, starting his storms beyond them. After several years of sending the tides, enough of the rainwater and tides had filled the rivers and lakes that The Ocean could start storms from them at will, thus stopping the days of endless rain, and allowing the land to thrive.