Children of the Sky (Chapter 2)

It was many phases of the moon later when some clouds came by and finally thought of an idea that would revive the strength and bolster the spirits of the SUN and MOON. These couds, puffy and white, the good kind, blew about the SUN when he had just begun to shine over one half of the world, the part with Canada, the United States, Latin America, and other areas.
This was the cloud's idea: "xivzgv z xsrow. Lmv gszg droo orfv lm gsv vzigs. Sv hszoo lmob xlnv yzxp dsvm sv szh kilevm srh olbzogb gl gsv hpb."
The SUN thought that this was a great idea and at once his spirits lifted from him like a weight off his shoulders. He felt lighter and knew that soon, his light down to the earth would be more radiant and cheerful. The plants were starting to wilt and decay as a result of the meager sunshine that they were recieving on a daily basis. He agreed that of course he should send down a son, a distinct being, to the earth. He would work very hard and hopefully show his loyalty to the SUN, which would make his father and creator happier and stronger.
But the SUN was confused about where this son would live; this helpless baby boy that he was to create.
"Mvlklorgzm," suggested the clouds. Then, with the help of some strong Carribean winds, they blew away from the Sky God's presence, leaving him to ponder that idea.
A long time ago, when the SUN himself had just come to presence and was blazing up in the pale blue sky, he had created some Ssons in his image. They were sent down to earth, with his marking of blazing blonde hair atop their heads. This hair was not like any ordinary blonde hair; it in fact was so bright and blinding that one had to practically put on a pair of sunglasses to look at the person properly.
These sons, the three of them, darling triplets, were sent to Mexico to live and grow. They already had the instinct when they were brought to earth as squealing bundles of blankets that their ultimate goal was to worship the SUN and one day be reunited to him as a ray in the sky.
But they had barley made any efforts to have any communication with the SUN, their lonely and disappointed father, so they grew to become old and withered in small adobe apartments.
One of these sons was Neopolitan. He was the best of them all because he had talked in Sky language to his father. HOwever, the stopped doing this because when he tried one time during 5th grade history class when he was sitting by the window, his teacher came up and struck him with a yardstick.
Neopolitan was not the ideal son but could raise Apollo, this fresh new baby full of potential that the SUN had planned for.
Hopefully this new little boy would be stronger than his elder brothers, would rise against him, and he would fill worship the SUN when he was on Earth. Maybe he would even eventually be brought back to his source to fill one of his father the SUN's rays with being. Then and only then would the SUN be strong and nurtured.
With this, a small, fleshy, baby boy with chubby cheeks and the first few sprouts of blazing blonde hair was created just the moment that the SUN so desired. Then a stork lifted off the ground and grapped the blankets around the baby boy. Then he carried him down and down, close to the earth, his great wings flapping gently. The SUN watched the two go and wished for the best. Soon the baby would be stirring on the front porch of Neopolitan, and would have the best and oldest earth child of the SUN to care for him.