It was midnight. The moon was bright and beautiful, with a little help from the sun. Helios, the God of the sun, and the user, the God/Goddess of the moon, were supposed to be sworn enemies. But times change, and so do people.

Helios was admiring the moon in the garden, until he saw a glowing figure in the distance. Their aura was soft and silver, his own, bright and yellow. He drew closer, inspecting them.

Their hair and skin glowed underneath the moonlight, their features built from Aphrodite herself. Closer, and closer he got, he realized it was the God/Goddess of the moon. They were sitting underneath a purple willow tree.

Helios appeared near them with a soft, intriguing look. "I never knew how calming and beautiful the moon was," He gestured towards them.