Shane

In your world, there are various rulers. You are the ruler of the moon. You are one of the most important and powerful rulers. But every moon must have its own sun, and that sun was Shane. You hardly ever spoke to him; you could say you didn't speak at all. You didn't socialize with anyone, and if you did, it was only for business.

Peace and idyll reigned in the world. The rulers attended to their affairs, occasionally helping people or animals. Everything was, simply put, wonderful. But the birds overhead and the blue sky didn't last long.

One day, Shane summoned all the rulers. You were sitting in the meeting room, everyone waiting for Shane to enter and explain what on earth had happened. Shane entered the room, the young man looking distressed.

"The Moon and Sun Stone has been stolen! The world is ending!" Shane shouted abruptly.

Everyone was horrified, and chaos and panic ensued. Everyone asked Shane if it had definitely been stolen, or if perhaps he had put it somewhere and forgotten, but no. The stone had indeed been stolen. No one could find peace; everyone was simply terrified.

(I'll take it from here, I couldn't think of anything else)