A bright, golden afternoon lights up a quiet hill where Junia Araw, a fiery 14-year-old girl in green and orange, practices archery. Her red ponytail bobs with each failed shot. She sighs, frustrated.
From the shadows of a nearby tree, a white-haired girl with a tall wizard's hat , named Tieu , steps forward. She holds a book in one hand and watches intently.
"You're holding the bow wrong, Onee-san," the girl says softly.
Junia blinks, surprised. "Onee-san?"
Tieu nods. "You're older, right?"
Junia chuckles. "Barely. But… I'll take it."
Their friendship begins simply — an arrow adjusted here, a spell sparkled there. They meet every few days at that same hill. Junia teaches Tieu how to climb trees. Tieu teaches Junia how to charm her arrows with light. They eat snacks, lie in the grass, and gaze at the stars.
Tieu always calls her "Onee-san." Junia pretends to be annoyed, but smiles every time.
One year passes. The peaceful days come to a halt.
In a glowing temple wrapped in golden light, Junia kneels before her guardians. Her hand is cut gently with a ceremonial blade. Blood drips onto her forehead. Elders draw a blazing sun symbol between her brows.
"You now carry the light of your ancestors," one says. "You must remember your duty to guard against the Moon Clan."
Junia's eyes widen as ancient paintings depict battles, betrayal, and a pale figure with a crescent mark.
Elsewhere, beneath a silent moon in a silver cave, Tieu goes through the same. Her forehead is marked with a glowing crescent moon. Her lips tremble as her elders explain how the Sun Clan scorched their homeland long ago.
The next time they meet at the hill, neither of them is smiling.
They see each other's marks.
Their steps slow.
Their voices vanish.
They pass by each other without a word.
Days turn into weeks. Weeks into seasons. Junia stands alone under the sun, her bow idle. Tieu reads alone beneath moonlight, her spells quiet. Neither returns to the hill.
A full year later, both clans announce a grand banquet — a final step toward peace. A white stone hall is built at the borderlands, open to both the sun above and moon above.
Junia, now 16, walks into the hall with pride, dressed in ceremonial robes. Tieu, now 14, enters from the opposite side, face hidden under her cloak.
They spot each other across the banquet.
Both freeze.
The room blurs.
They run — faster than they ever have.
Books fall. Bows drop.
They collide in a tight hug, bursting into tears.
"I missed you," Junia whispers.
"I missed Onee-san more," Tieu replies, her voice cracking.
The hall watches in silence — then slowly, applause spreads through the crowd. Elders from both sides smile. Some cry.
Sun and moon banners are raised together.
One more year later.
A bustling adventurer's guild hums with excitement. A tall banner reads: "Lisdia's Squad – Adventurer Registration Today!"
Junia, now 17, pulls on her gloves and fastens her quiver.
Tieu, now 15, levitates her spellbook beside her.
"You ready?" Junia smirks.
"Only if Onee-san doesn't get lost again," Tieu teases.
They step forward together, walking into the open road, sunlight and moonlight glowing behind them in perfect balance.
Above them, the sky fades into a perfect eclipse.