An Irish fairy tale retold
The Moon &
Even in the darkest places there is light.
In the grand city of Aeligh, the people retreat as soon as the sun sets and barricade themselves in their homes. It is not war they fear, or illness that makes them seek shelter. It is the Night itself.
For tales have been in circulation for a century, where those who go gallivanting without light in their hands are claimed by the Night and suffer the repercussions. The brave and the foolish mocked these childhood stories, only to become the next victims. Some of these people were found, broken by what are perceived to be accidents: a slip of a foot down a sharp hill onto rocks below, or unfortunate drowning in a lake, but some were not found at all.
Aeligh found itself in turmoil. With a scared population, its Mayor turned to their priest for guidance. The priest, Cian, had no answers to give, only hollow prayers that were going ignored. With supplies dwindling, Cian ventured into the nearby mountains on a holy pilgrimage to call to their deity for salvation.
And their deity, the Moon, answered.