Spears high, Swords drawn! A danger came that fateful dawn. Look to the sky, the light is nigh; we would all soon be gone! Its lights twirled. Its tendrils uncurled. The Sun brought forth a new Bright World.
“Seek the sisters two and tether the moon of new. With the light’s vision askew, it’s visage will fall true. A dingy summons Warriors of Blue to aid in bringing the Dark’s debut.” The King’s orders weighed heavily upon those Knights together.
The Sisters had a solution so desperately needed. “You are not ready,” the sisters heeded. The Knights would not abandon their plight and challenged the sisters to a game of light. Glow Golf against the Girls will settle the score; “Should they win, two Knights shall soar!”
For the victors, a parting gift; cigars. The Sisters then sent those Knights to the stars. A lasso behind their spaceship whips, towing the moon to orchestrate an eclipse. With a brief respite before their final fight, those Knights gave their cigars a light. A swirling smoke trail; a perfect retrohale.
With the moon’s new crown those Knights touched down. In its shadow on the ground below, two names appeared with a solemn glow. Yehosef and Datyr, Warriors of Blue! We call to thee; we call to you. Hear our plea of dingy93 and let us go forth to seize victory! The Sun stood at its final stage, dim with light and mad with rage. Little time left to engage, the fight at hand would define the age!
