{"id":24200,"date":"2023-11-10T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-11-10T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=24200"},"modified":"2023-11-09T13:31:22","modified_gmt":"2023-11-09T18:31:22","slug":"frivolous-fairy-tales-for-modern-people-a-dalliance-with-the-sun-part-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2023\/11\/10\/frivolous-fairy-tales-for-modern-people-a-dalliance-with-the-sun-part-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"Frivolous Fairy Tales for Modern People: A Dalliance With the Sun (Part II)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em><strong>Link to <a href=\"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2023\/10\/13\/frivolous-fairy-tales-for-modern-people-a-dalliance-with-the-sun-part-i\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2023\/10\/13\/frivolous-fairy-tales-for-modern-people-a-dalliance-with-the-sun-part-i\/\">Part I<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For a moment, Selene was blinded by a striking brightness. Her eyes stung with tears, and she struggled to blink them away. She held out her arms hoping that if her future child fell from somewhere, they would land safely in her arms.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>However, when the brightness ceased, there was no child, and instead, she was roughly embraced by strange muscular arms. Ones that definitely did not belong to a baby.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLet me go!\u201d She struggled against her assaulter, beating on arms as firm as steel. But they did not yield and she was suffocated even further.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Eventually, she was let go of and forcefully turned around by those same deathly arms. She was met with the smiling face of a handsome man with iridescent eyes that glowed surreally. Yet she couldn\u2019t get herself to smile back, for there was something ominous about the air that surrounded him\u2014 it was addicting and stifling like some sort of drug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The man suddenly spoke, and she was allured by his deep melodious voice, \u201cLovely lady, I see that you have called for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His utterance broke her out of the momentary spell. \u201cI didn\u2019t call for you. I called for a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His smile widened dangerously. \u201cYou did call for me. You called for the \u2018Great Sun.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dread coursed through Selene. <em>Oh no . . . was he . . . ?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd here I am, the Sun. Here to take your body and soul and give you a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Panic burned through Selene. For all intents and purposes, she had basically made a deal with the devil\u2014 a devil that glowed marvelously\u2014 but a devil nonetheless. She didn\u2019t want a man, that\u2019s why she went to the Sun in the first place, but now it seemed that she would still be stuck with one. And this was a man that was far more troublesome than she could have ever expected.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd what if I say no?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The sky darkened. Thunder struck in the distance. Wind began to howl. All of this happened at once as the Sun\u2019s eyes glinted menacingly.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Selene supposed that her remark wasn\u2019t appreciated. So she immediately took it back, \u201cI was just kidding. Of course, I\u2019ll . . . I\u2019ll give myself to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Suddenly, the sky cleared and the Sun\u2019s face brightened with glee. But it didn\u2019t relieve her fear.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWonderful! Shall we?\u201d He asked her, holding out his palm for her to take.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And take it she did, but not without feeling like she had just signed her death warrant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Link to Part I ~~~~~~~~~~ For a moment, Selene was blinded by a striking brightness. Her eyes stung with tears, and she struggled to blink them away. 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