THE SUN and THE MOON
by Katharine Pyle · from Fairy Tales from Many Lands
Adapted Version
Long ago, the Sun was big and bright. But he was all alone. He felt sad. He wanted a friend. He wanted a friend to stay with him.
One day, he saw a bright star. Her name was Helen. Helen shone so pretty. The Sun liked Helen very much. He wanted Helen to stay with him always.
But Helen did not want to stay. She was sad. She liked the cool night sky. She liked to shine there.
A kind old woman saw Helen. The old woman knew magic. She said, "I will help you."
The kind old woman used her magic. She turned Helen into a little flower. The flower hid in the grass. But the Sun looked for Helen. The Sun shone on every flower. He found her!
Helen tried again. The kind old woman used more magic. She turned Helen into a small bird. The bird hid in a tall tree. But the Sun looked for Helen. He found her again!
Helen tried one more time. The kind old woman used her magic. She turned Helen into a little fish. The fish hid in the cool river. But the Sun looked for Helen. He made the water warm. He found her again!
The Sun said, "Stay here." Helen was very sad. She did not want to stay.
Helen looked at the dark sky. She asked the wind for help. "Please help me," she said. She said it again. "Please help me." She said it last. "Please help me."
A big, gentle wind came. It picked Helen up. The wind carried her high. It carried her up to the sky. Helen felt safe. It was a wonderful ride.
Helen became the Moon. She was happy now. She shone soft and bright. She shone in the night sky. The Moon watched over the world. She felt free and peaceful.
The Sun looked for Helen every day. But when he came up, she slept. When he slept, she came out to shine. They took turns in the sky. That is why the Sun shines by day. And the Moon shines at night. Good night, Moon. Good night, Sun.
Original Story
THE SUN AND THE MOON
(From Turkish Legends)
ONCE upon a time the Sun made up his mind that he would like to get married. Far and near he journeyed, all over the round world and looked upon many fair maidens and princesses, but not one was beautiful enough to be his bride.
As he came home after his wanderings, he looked up at a window of the palace, and there sat his sister, the beautiful Helen, looking out. Her face, like the Sun’s, was ruddy; her hair like his was as shining as gold. There was no one in all the world to compare with her in beauty.
“Come down and greet me, beautiful Helen,” he cried, “for you and you only are worthy to be my bride.”
But when the fair Helen heard this she was horrified. “Such a thing must not be,” said she. “A brother may not marry his sister, for that would be an offense to heaven.”
The Sun, however, would not listen to her; he was determined to make her his bride, and to this end he summoned the best workmen from all over the world, some to make magnificent robes, some to prepare a feast, and gold and silver smiths and dealers in precious stones.
The beautiful Helen, however, wept and wept with grief.
Now there was in the palace of the Sun an old nurse who had nursed both him and his sister, and when she saw how, day after day, the beautiful Helen was melting away with grief, she said to her: “Why should you be so sad? You know how I love you, and that I have much knowledge of magic. If you asked me perhaps I might help you.”
“Oh, my dear nurse, do but save me from this marriage and you can ask of me nothing that I will not give you.”
“Leave it to me; leave it to me,” said the old woman. “Are you not my nursling?”
So the next time the Sun came to see his sister the old woman changed her into a little cake, and hid her under the ashes as if to bake.
In came the Sun and looked about him. “Good nurse, I am tired and hungry,” said he. “Have you nothing here for me to eat?”
“There is bread and wine yonder on the shelf.”
“Nay, I know of something that suits me better than that,” said the Sun, and he uncovered the white cake that lay among the ashes and made as though to eat it.
“Oh, my brother, spare me!” cried the cake.
“What!” cried the Sun, pretending to be very much surprised. “Can it be that this is not a cake at all, but the beautiful Helen, who has taken this form?”
Then Helen was obliged to take her own form again, and so beautiful did she appear with the silvery ashes powdering her golden hair that the Sun was more determined upon the marriage than ever.
After he had gone, Helen began to reproach the nurse because her magic had been of so little avail.
“Do not grieve to death because of that,” said the old woman, “for I have better magic than that in my head. The next time the Sun comes to visit you we will be in the garden and I will change you into a blade of grass, and among all the other blades he will be sure not to find you.”
So the next day the old woman and her nursling were sitting out in the garden, and presently they knew, by the golden glow in the sky, that the Sun was coming to look for his sister. Then the old nurse changed her into a blade of grass, and no one could have told her from all the other blades in the garden.
Out came the Sun to where the old nurse sat, and looked about him. “I had thought to find the beautiful Helen here,” said he.
“She was here a moment ago,” answered the nurse, “and had you come then, you might have seen her.”
“How green the grass is all about,” said the Sun. “Since she is not here I will have a nibble of it.”
He then changed himself into a lamb and began to nibble about. Presently he came to the tuft of grass where Helen was. Seeing that his teeth were about to close upon her she cried out in a woeful voice, “Alas, my brother, I have never harmed you; do not bite me, I beg of you.”
“Then do not try to escape me by any such tricks of magic,” answered the Sun. Thereupon he took back his natural shape, and the beautiful Helen was obliged to take her own shape, too.
After he had gone away she began to weep and lament. “If you can do no better than this with your magic the marriage will surely go on.”
“Wait until to-morrow,” answered the nurse. “Then I will turn you into a reed that grows beside the river. I am sure he will never think of looking for you there.”
So the next day at about the time when the Sun would be coming, the old nurse changed Helen into a reed beside the river, but she herself sat in the garden that the Sun might suspect nothing.
“HA!” CRIED THE SUN. “IS IT YOU, FAIR ONE?”
After a while the Sun came out to look for his sister, but he found no one but the old nurse sitting there all by herself. “No matter,” said the Sun; “I have a notion of making music for a while. I will go down to the river and cut a reed to make a pipe for myself.”
When the old nurse heard that she turned pale, but she did not dare to say anything. The Sun went down to the river and she followed him. He went straight to the reed that was the beautiful Helen, and drew his knife and set it at the root. Then the reed cried aloud in a doleful voice: “Alas, my brother, I have done you no harm. Do not slay me.”
“Ha!” cried the Sun, “is it you, fair one? Now you see that all the magic in the world cannot hide you from me, and to-morrow you shall be my bride.”
After he had gone, the beautiful Helen turned to her nurse. “Now I see that magic can indeed avail me nothing,” she said, “and only heaven itself can save me.”
The next day was to be the wedding, and when the beautiful Helen was dressed in her bridal clothes she was as pale as ashes, but so beautiful that the heart ached to look at her.
The Sun took her by the hand and led her into the church, and all the candles were lighted and the priests and guests were there.
Then the beautiful Helen called upon heaven to save her. Three times she called, and at the third time all the lights went out, and a great wind swept through the church. The priests were terrified and the guests did not know which way to fly. As for the Sun he cried aloud with rage and disappointment, for he felt that his beautiful bride was gone from his side. She had been carried up and away to where he could never find her. Then she was changed into the moon, and ever since, still and calm and bright she sails up the sky at night after the Sun has gone to rest and holds the earth and sea under her gentle rule.
Sometimes she rises while he is still sinking toward the west. Red and angry he grows as he sees her rising above the horizon in her shining beauty, but he cannot reach her, for the whole heaven is between them.
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Plot Summary
The Sun decides to marry his beautiful sister, Helen, who is horrified by the idea. Her old nurse uses magic to transform Helen into various objects—a cake, a blade of grass, a reed—to hide her, but the Sun's power and perception always find her. On the day of the forced wedding, Helen calls upon heaven for help, and a great wind carries her away. She is transformed into the Moon, forever separated from the Sun, who angrily pursues her across the sky but can never reach her.
Themes
Emotional Arc
despair to liberation
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
This story reflects ancient mythological themes of celestial bodies and forbidden relationships, often found in various cultures' origin myths for the sun and moon.
Plot Beats (15)
- The Sun decides he wants to marry and searches the world for a bride.
- He returns home and decides his sister, Helen, is the only one beautiful enough to be his wife.
- Helen is horrified by the incestuous proposal and weeps continuously.
- Her old nurse, skilled in magic, offers to help Helen escape the marriage.
- The nurse first transforms Helen into a cake, but the Sun, sensing her, nearly eats her.
- Helen is forced to reveal herself, and the Sun is more determined than ever.
- Next, the nurse transforms Helen into a blade of grass, but the Sun turns into a lamb and nearly bites her.
- Helen is again forced to reveal herself, and the Sun remains resolute.
- Finally, the nurse transforms Helen into a reed by the river, but the Sun decides to cut that very reed to make a pipe.
- Helen cries out, revealing herself once more, and the Sun declares the wedding will happen the next day.
- On the wedding day, Helen is dressed as a bride, pale with grief, and led into the church.
- Helen calls upon heaven three times for salvation.
- At her third call, all lights go out, a great wind sweeps through, and Helen is carried away.
- Helen is transformed into the Moon, forever sailing the night sky.
- The Sun, now angry, pursues her across the sky but can never reach her, as heaven separates them.
Characters
The Sun ⚔ antagonist
His face is described as ruddy, implying a healthy, flushed complexion, possibly from his fiery nature. He is a powerful, imposing figure, though specific height or build are not given. His presence is associated with warmth and light.
Attire: Not explicitly described, but as a powerful entity, he would likely wear magnificent, richly embroidered robes befitting a king or deity, possibly in colors of gold, red, or orange, made of luxurious fabrics like silk or brocade, reflecting his status and fiery nature.
Wants: To marry his sister, Helen, whom he perceives as the most beautiful being, driven by an obsessive desire for beauty and possession.
Flaw: His obsessive desire and inability to accept rejection, leading to rage and disappointment. He is also outsmarted by Helen's plea to heaven.
He remains largely unchanged in his desire and methods, but ultimately fails to achieve his goal, ending in rage and separation from Helen.
Determined, obsessive, self-centered, powerful, easily angered, persistent. He is unwilling to accept 'no' and uses his power to get what he wants.
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A powerful adult male figure with a ruddy complexion and radiant, flowing golden hair that seems to glow. He wears magnificent, richly embroidered robes of deep gold and fiery orange silk, adorned with intricate patterns. His posture is confident and determined, with a commanding expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Helen ★ protagonist
Described as 'beautiful Helen,' with a face like the Sun's, meaning ruddy, and hair as shining as gold. She is delicate and prone to 'melting away with grief,' suggesting a slender build.
Attire: Initially, she is in her palace attire. For the wedding, she wears 'bridal clothes,' which in a Turkish legend context would be a richly embroidered kaftan or gown, possibly in white or cream, made of silk or brocade, adorned with gold thread and perhaps jewels. Her everyday attire would be similarly elegant, reflecting her royal status.
Wants: To escape the incestuous marriage to her brother, the Sun, and preserve her moral integrity.
Flaw: Her physical vulnerability and inability to directly defy the Sun's power without magical aid or divine intervention. Her initial reliance on others.
Starts as a beautiful, serene princess, becomes a desperate fugitive using magic, and ultimately transforms into the Moon, achieving freedom and a new celestial role.
Beautiful, gentle, distressed, morally upright, desperate, resilient. She is horrified by the incestuous proposal and seeks any means of escape.
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A young adult female with a delicate, ruddy face and long, flowing golden hair that shines brightly, with hints of silvery ashes clinging to it. She wears a magnificent, cream-colored silk kaftan, richly embroidered with gold thread and subtle floral patterns, cinched at the waist with a wide, jeweled belt. Her expression is one of gentle sorrow and quiet determination. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Old Nurse ◆ supporting
An old woman, likely with the physical signs of age such as wrinkles and a stooped posture, but still possessing vitality and cunning. Her appearance would be humble but neat.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing typical of an elderly servant or caregiver in a Turkish palace setting. This would include a modest, long-sleeved dress or tunic made of sturdy linen or cotton, possibly in muted colors like brown, grey, or dark blue, covered by a plain apron. She might wear a simple headscarf (yashmak) to cover her hair.
Wants: To protect Helen from the unwanted marriage to the Sun, driven by her deep affection and loyalty as a nurse.
Flaw: Her magic, while clever, is ultimately not powerful enough to permanently hide Helen from the Sun's divine perception.
She remains consistently loyal and resourceful, attempting various magical solutions, but ultimately learns the limits of her own power against a celestial being.
Loyal, caring, wise, resourceful, cunning, protective. She deeply loves Helen and uses her knowledge of magic to try and save her.
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An elderly woman with a kind, wrinkled face, dark, wise eyes, and white hair neatly pulled back under a simple, dark blue headscarf. She wears a modest, long-sleeved, grey linen tunic over a plain brown skirt, with a practical, light-colored apron tied at her waist. Her posture is slightly stooped but her expression is determined and caring. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
The Sun's Palace - Helen's Chamber
A private room within a grand Turkish palace, likely adorned with rich textiles and low seating. It features a window overlooking the palace grounds. The room contains a hearth with ashes.
Mood: Initially sorrowful and desperate, later tense and magical.
Helen's initial refusal of the Sun's proposal, her first magical transformation into a cake, and the Sun's discovery of her.
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An interior view of a lavish Ottoman palace chamber, with sunlight filtering through a tall, arched window. Ornate Iznik tiles line the lower walls, and rich, patterned kilim rugs cover the floor. A low, carved wooden divan is draped with silk cushions. In the foreground, a stone hearth contains a pile of white ashes. Warm, diffused light illuminates the dust motes in the air. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
The Sun's Palace - Garden
A lush, green garden adjacent to the Turkish palace, filled with various plants and blades of grass. It is a place where one can sit and observe the sky.
Mood: Initially hopeful for escape, then tense and revealing of the Sun's persistence.
Helen's second magical transformation into a blade of grass and the Sun, disguised as a lamb, nearly consuming her.
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A vibrant, sun-drenched Ottoman palace garden, with meticulously manicured flowerbeds bursting with colorful blooms like tulips and roses. A winding path of smooth, light-colored stones leads through verdant lawns of short, dewy grass. In the distance, the ornate, domed roof of a palace is visible. The air is bright and clear, with soft shadows cast by unseen trees. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Riverbank
The edge of a river, where reeds grow abundantly. It is a natural, somewhat secluded spot.
Mood: Desperate and ultimately futile, as Helen's last magical escape attempt fails.
Helen's third magical transformation into a reed and the Sun's discovery of her, intending to cut her for a pipe.
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A serene riverbank in a Turkish landscape, with calm, clear water reflecting the sky. Tall, slender reeds with feathery tops grow densely along the muddy edge, their green stalks swaying gently. The opposite bank is lined with low, rolling hills under a bright, clear sky. The ground near the water is a mix of damp earth and small, smooth pebbles. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Church
A sacred building, likely an Orthodox church given the Turkish context, prepared for a wedding. It is lit by many candles and filled with priests and guests.
Mood: Solemn, desperate, then chaotic and awe-inspiring.
Helen's wedding to the Sun, her final desperate plea to heaven, and her transformation into the Moon.
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The interior of a grand Byzantine-style church, with high, domed ceilings adorned with fading frescoes of saints. Numerous tall, slender beeswax candles flicker on ornate candelabras, casting a warm, golden glow on the polished marble floors and dark wooden pews. Sunlight streams through high, narrow arched windows, illuminating dust motes in the air. The atmosphere is solemn and ancient. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
