Story of the Stars
Luna, the goddess of the moon and night sky, was forever sad and lonely as she sat upon her moon. She sat amidst the vast evening sky and wondered why she had to be so alone. None of the other gods ever visited her. They were resting now and would not wake until Apollo drew the sun into the sky. Then Luna would travel to the other side of the earth, to be alone once again.
The moon goddess began to weep. Thousands of her tears showered softly down to the earth below. Luna’s voice of sadness was swept away in the wind. Her cry just so happened to reach someone.
Eyvind, a handsome mortal man, lay among the grass and flowers. He awoke to feel Luna’s tears upon his cheek and to her ethereal voice that called out in the night. Eyvind stood up and called to the goddess. “Greatest beauty, please do not weep. I shall be your friend. I lay awake at night to gaze up the splendor of you and your throne. You are the only brightness in the dark night. I am but a man, yet I love you great Lady of the Moon!”
Luna became so happy that the rain instantly stopped and the wind started singing a most beautiful tune. The Lady of the Moon was about to about to share her love for the mortal man but the sun was just appearing from the east. Thus she was unable to tell Eyvind of her love for him.
Apollo drew his sun into the sky and called out to Luna in great rage and jealously. “You cannot love a mortal man! What can he do for you? You should give yourself to a great god such as I. I can bring you the brightest light!” shouted Apollo triumphantly. “If you speak those three words to him…I shall kill him.”
Luna was so frightened she flew her throne to the other side of the world, taking the night with her. A new and tremendously hot day had just begun. A heartbroken Eyvind fled into the forest to hide from Apollo’s laughter and the rays of the sun. Apollo made the sun grow brighter than any other day to impress Luna and to make mortals suffer.
Once again Luna was weeping, but now her tears pounded the earth. Her loud wails caused the sky to roar and trees to fall. Her tears streamed down into a small lake just below her. This disturbed a beautiful nymph resting there.
Senea lifted her head from the dark waters to peer up at the sad goddess. “Please great Lady of the Moon, do not weep. What is it that troubles you?” spoke the nymph softly. Luna looked up for just a second before she began weeping again. She barely managed to speak. “I have found love in a mortal man, but if I tell him of my love Apollo shall kill him!” Luna cried loudly.
“Oh my lady, that is very unfortunate. The brute Apollo had me under the very same rule. Yet I still managed to show my mortal man my love for him without speaking those words. I made beautiful plants and all of the creatures in the lake for him. Thus I was able to show my love for him and he was able to keep his life. You will think of something Luna!” said Senea just before her head sank below the dark waters once again.
Luna kept thinking about what the nymph had said. What could she make for Eyvind? She wished to show him how much she cared for him and with the sun setting; she would soon get her chance.
Apollo laughed at the mortals complaints of the heat and finally drove his great chariot away, giving them much needed relief from the sun. Luna now made it to the spot where Eyvind had spent many nights gazing up at her. There, Eyvind lay among the burnt grasses and the charred flowers with the entire world’s sadness in his eyes. He did not even look up at Luna or her moon.
Luna knew what she wanted to say but she also knew she couldn’t. She began to sing softly. The winds joined her and together they made the most beautiful song that ever reached a person’s ear. Suddenly the sky began to brighten, but this time it was not the sun. Thousands upon thousands of tiny jewel like objects began to fill the sky. Some were bigger than others and brighter as well. Their brightness reflected off the grass, catching Eyvind’s attention, forcing him to look up. He could not believe how beautiful the sky had become.
“Eyvind…my dearest Eyvind, though I can never be with you or tell you how I feel, I have created a gift for you to show you how special you are to me. When night comes just look to the sky and I and these jewels will forever be guarding over you and your family. Pass this great story of love to your children so they may pass it onto their own, lest you forget about the Lady of the Moon.”



