Mated to the Night Wolf
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I cut, my eyebrows draw in, "What is that?"
"Oh Velari, you do not know of the Black Years?” Her eyes dart to Vale. Vale returns the stare blankly.
“The terror of the dark times,” she explains, I notice she becomes bolder when she speaks her sadness disappearing,
“When the first sun died and the earth mourned her fifteen years before the birth of the second sun in the Starless age when our ancestors lived. Those years, the Dark creatures birthed from the cracked moon, they say they were like moving shadows, formless yet always hunting souls, old and young, poor and noble alike." Her eyes are wide as she explains this history a visible shudder, goosebumps lining her skin.