User blog comment:JackWasup/Myths/Legends of Remnant/@comment-24147026-20150406054715

In days of old, the moon was still a complete being. She was wide-eyed and naive, and strikingly beautiful. She would watch over Remnant in it's infancy, the creatures of Grimm being what she greeted each and every night. When the sun would take her place, and she rested, she would wonder what would happen if her light ever gave out. If this world were to fall into a perpetual darkness.

The world grew brighter despite her thoughts, as man, faunus, and animal began to take their first steps. The moon was so overjoyed by these new and interesting beings, they needed her to guide their way, to help see through to tomorrow. To protect them from the Grimm that thrived in the absence of light.

It became easy for the moon to open her hurt to mankind, to faunus, to animals. To love them unconditionally, like the children they were.

When Dust was discovered however, there became no more use for the moon. She was simply an unattainable light in the sky. With Dust, there came the potential and motivation for change. And with this change, came survival, came competition.

Man attacked Faunus, Faunus attacked Man, Animals were left to fend for themselves. Her adopted children attacked each other without relent, without mercy, and it broke her heart.

To leave behind her sadness, her loss, became her one wish, but she could not do it: She could not leave the world she loved so much. This internal struggle finally physically broke her. The fragments that detested what Remnant had become, pulling away, leaving her mutilated, never to be whole again.

Despite this, she still comes every night, her hope for the world she watched over, still keeping her bright against the darkness.