Introduction: A soft tune woke everyone up, the sound that leaked through the open windows made them cry, just like the soft cries of the newborn baby. 'The day she was born the Moon sang and the stars danced'A strong scent filled the open space where the agony screams and the moans of pain made every skin crawl. 'The day he was born the Sun burnt and the skies bled' What would they do then? Follow the destiny the Gods gave them? Or do as the Sun and the Moon say?...