The Story of Selene: The Moonlit Queen | The Immortal Gazette
The Immortal Gazette studio hummed with an eerie yet serene atmosphere, as though the moonlight itself had slipped through the cracks of the enchanted windows. Alice, perched at her usual spot, casually twirled a strand of her hair and gazed out at the studio with an almost hypnotic expression. Loki, lounging in a chair with his usual smirk, tapped his fingers on the armrest as if waiting for a challenge.
Rumple sighed dramatically. "I hope this isn’t another one of those tragic, never-ending love stories, Alice."
Alice flashed him a knowing grin. "Oh, darling, don’t worry. I’m not going to bore you with another weepy romance. Today, we’re talking about Selene, the Moonlit Queen—goddess of the moon, the one who governs the night, the celestial beauty who could make even the stars blush."
Loki's eyes twinkled. "Ah, the lady of the moon. Let’s hear it."
Alice’s lips curved up into a wry smile. "Ah, yes. Selene was the daughter of Hyperion, the Titan of the sun, and Theia, the Titaness of sight and light. You might think that makes her just another celestial being who was all beauty and grace, but oh no. Selene was more than just a pretty face and a calming light in the sky."
Rumple leaned forward, intrigued. "Do tell."
Alice chuckled. "Selene was as powerful as she was mysterious. She had the ability to move the moon across the sky, riding her silver chariot pulled by two white horses. Picture this: the moon’s glow, washing the world in a soft, ethereal light, and Selene, the queen of that domain, weaving her magic with each passing night."
Loki crossed his arms. "So, she was like the night queen?"
Alice winked at him. "Exactly. But here’s the twist, love—Selene wasn’t just the goddess of the moon. Oh no, she had a little mortal drama on her plate too."
Rumple raised an eyebrow. "Mortal drama? Please don’t tell me she fell for a mortal."
Alice’s smile turned mischievous. "Oh, you bet she did. Her heart was captured by Endymion, a handsome mortal shepherd, who was so stunning that he could have made any goddess fall to her knees. Of course, Selene, being the goddess of the moon, was used to getting what she wanted."
Loki laughed softly. "I see where this is going."
Alice smirked, knowing full well the twist she was about to drop. "Endymion, the poor mortal, fell asleep under the moonlight. Now, because Selene couldn’t just keep her distance, she went down to him—every single night. She kissed him, brushed his hair, and watched over him as he slept. And let’s just say, she never told him who she was."
Rumple frowned. "Wait. So she was stalking him while he slept? That doesn’t sound... creepy at all."
Alice gave him a look. "It’s not stalking when you’re a goddess and the moon itself is your stage. Besides, she loved him, but she didn’t want him to know. She wanted him to fall in love with her in his dreams."
Loki shook his head. "You gods are so dramatic."
Alice laughed darkly. "Oh, but it gets better, darling. See, Endymion was so entranced by the moon’s light, he began to dream of Selene, even though he had no idea who she was. He thought she was just a vision, a goddess in his sleep. But it wasn’t enough for Selene. She wanted more."
Rumple groaned. "Let me guess—she eventually told him who she was?"
Alice snapped her fingers. "Not quite. Instead, Selene asked Zeus, the king of the gods, to grant Endymion eternal sleep so that he would never age or leave her side. Forever. And of course, Zeus, being Zeus, granted her request—because, why not?"
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the classic god move. Make everything permanent so no one can change their minds."
Alice leaned in, her voice dark with amusement. "So, Endymion, now in an eternal slumber, remained young and beautiful forever, while Selene could come to him every night and kiss him without him ever knowing the difference. She had him—forever—without the annoying problem of him aging or realizing the situation."
Rumple sighed. "So basically, she got everything she wanted... and that’s not even the worst part."
Alice's grin widened. "Not even close. Here’s the real kicker: Selene’s love wasn’t exactly reciprocated. Not in the way she wanted, at least. Endymion was stuck in a dream-state, trapped in an endless slumber where he couldn’t love her back in the traditional sense."
Loki, now intrigued, sat up straighter. "So, she had this eternal love, but he was... unconscious the whole time?"
Alice nodded. "Exactly. The moon goddess, forever in love—but never truly loved back in the way she longed for. She had her beautiful shepherd... but it was all just a dream for him."
Rumple shook his head. "Typical. Gods always want more, but they rarely consider the consequences."
Alice’s expression turned more thoughtful, her usual mischievous energy flickering with something more somber. "And that’s the tragedy of Selene, the Moonlit Queen. She had everything she wanted—but in the end, she was left with a love that couldn’t truly return. Just an immortal, endless dance in the night, one where she was the light and he was trapped in the dark."
Loki looked at her, an amused grin tugging at his lips. "A beautiful mess, just like you said."
Alice leaned back, her gaze piercing. "The gods are always beautiful in their messes. But you can never forget—even the moon has its dark side."
And so, the tale of Selene, the Moonlit Queen, was sealed into the Immortal Gazette, a reminder that even the brightest light can cast a shadow, and love, no matter how eternal, can still be imperfect.
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