Once before time, two brothers were conceived into Darkness. The older was Sirius, and the younger Regulus.
To Regulus, Sirius was the thing that kept the Darkness from getting too suffocating, lightening up his life as if he were an angel. For Sirius, Regulus was a precious companion, irreplaceable and pure. Together, they withstood their horrible environment and flourished with the other’s support.
However, the two had differing personalities. Sirius was boisterous and bold, always looking for a way to escape his situation, despite the harm that may come upon him. Regulus was quiet and obedient. He never tried to defy his fate, and settled for the best he could while still confined. Sirius was often frustrated by Regulus’s lack of spark, or passion, and his unwillingness to bend or break the rules. Regulus was always worried for his brother, constantly patching his injuries and getting him out of trouble.
Despite all of this, Sirius and Regulus vowed to themselves to assist and love each other for the rest of their lives, and do everything in their power to stay together.
One day, a decade after they were born, Sirius found an opportunity to leave the Darkness, and for the first time, saw the unfiltered Light. In awe, he found himself yearning for it more and more, unwittingly returning to it over and over, despite how horrible and cruel the return to the pitch black was. Regulus watched in sadness, but refused to join his older brother. The other’s foolishness confused him, as he watched Sirius come back to the Darkness miserably day after day.
After years of Sirius’s trips, he asked his younger brother to come along, insistent that he would enjoy the brightness just as he did. Regulus refused, worried of the consequences and preferring his naivety. Upset, Sirius had hit him, screaming and raving before storming off, and not returning until well after the Darkness laid at rest.
Soon after this horrible twist in events, Sirius and Regulus began to distance themselves, before Sirius denounced Regulus altogether to the Light. Pleased, the Light offered a permanent home in its sun. Delighted, Sirius left the Darkness without worry, and Regulus was alone.
The light in which Sirius brought into the Darkness had perished, and suddenly the horrid gloom pressed into Regulus, doubling with his despair. Without his beloved brother, the younger felt himself become consumed in rage, and sorrow. And though he wished to blame his brother, he found he still loved and cherished him, and that love nourished the small flame of hope that Sirius would come back for him.
When Regulus did find the Light, several years later, he found himself blinded, and his eyes opened. However, bitterness still hung in his mind, and he resolved that, no matter what, he would not chase after the Light like his foolish elder.
So, as the brightness tried to embrace him, Regulus rejected it repeatedly, instead wrapping himself in the chilling arms of the Dark for protection.
From a distance, Sirius watched his younger brother decline their advances again and again in sadness. James, Sirius’s friend and son of the Light, saw this and could not understand Regulus’s adamant refusals. Instead, he doubled Sirius’s efforts to try and win the young boy over, constantly offering his hand and attempting to persuade the other gently.
Regulus began to feel uncomfortable with all the sudden attention, and quickly retreated into the Dark, not daring to step towards the Light. Again, the Darkness suffocated him, dragging him deeper and deeper into the endless pit of sorrow that had leaked into his soul. The boy felt himself succumb to his depressive emotions, and eventually, took his own life.
The Dark was not sympathetic towards the deceased boy, even in death. Taking his corpse, it approached Sirius with the news and laid the body of Regulus at his older brother’s feet, saying that his time in the Light had made him mentally unwell, and eventually led to his demise.
Grieved, Sirius had run to the arms of the Light. As he recounted the story, the Light had given the boy a pitying look, and consoled him, but said nothing of the wrongness of his death. Disappointed, Sirius then told James the story, who shook his head and claimed it was the Darkness’s fault, not the Light’s, but did not speak of the wrongness of his brother’s death.
Saddened from both sides, Sirius withdrew from both in his sorrow, living in a gray world of both the bleak and colorful. Determined to never trust the sides again, he made life in the gray world, making the color blue from his tears, and green from his dear brother’s eyes, and red from the blood Regulus had shed. Yellow came about as a darkened version of the Light, tainted by Sirius’s grief. Purple represented the chilly nights spent in the Darkness, and orange was a bloody mix of Light and blood.
With all of this, Sirius painted a world his brother would have adored, with flourishing plants and a sunny sky and breezy wind that flew through the lands in a calm manner. As all of these things were finished, he opened the world to other children of the Light and Dark. This world would come to be known as the earth, and the balance of the two worlds. And so it was that the world was born.