Dusk of the Starless Night
Once upon a time, in a world not so dissimilar from ours, a peculiar event occurred every hundred years called 'The Starless Night.' This occurrence was unique to the planet of Cirra, a world inhabited by both humans and magical creatures.
On a fine sunny day, as the local folk were preparing for the centennial 'Starless Night,' a young and spirited warrior named Orion was sharpening his silver sword. Orion, with his broad shoulders, unkempt fiery hair, and sturdy boots, was the village's best warrior. However, he harbored a secret desire in his heart - he wanted to challenge the prophecy of the 'Starless Night'. Orion was a dreamer, and he found the darkness of the event depressing and sought to add light to the occasion.
The ancient axiom stated that 'On the night when the stars disappear, a door to another realm would open, and the Ancient Beast would awaken.' Every time this happened, the darkness that followed consumed the light of Cirra.
On the eve of the 'Starless Night,' the air bristled with anticipation. Everyone, including Orion, watched as one by one, the stars disappeared, and as predicted, an ethereal door materialized. With one glance at his mesmerized kinfolk, Orion unsheathed his silver sword and stepped into the other realm.
The world that awaited him was marsupial. The ground was veiled in a thick, white fog and the occasional gust of frigid wind made strange, eerie sounds. Orion trekked deeper into the alien world and heard a deep growl behind him. The Ancient Beast had awakened.
It was a gargantuan reptilian creature, eyes burning red with malice, spines jutting out of its back radiating an arcane energy. Intimidated yet undeterred, Orion raised his silver sword and charged at the beast. The battle was fierce and frightening. Orion's courage wavered when his sword barely made a scratch on the beast. But remembering his people and the light he sought to bring, Orion fought bravely.
In a moment of instinct, he aimed for the beast's eye, which seemed to be its only vulnerable spot. With a daring leap, Orion plunged his sword with all his strength into the red-burning eye. There was a deafening growl, and the beast crumbled onto the ground. Its spine ceased to glow, and a sudden rush of warm light engulfed everything - and then, it was over.
Orion returned to Cirra to a scene he would never forget. It was still the 'Starless Night,' but a beautiful light similar to the glow of a thousand lanterns illuminated the sky. The village erupted in elation and celebration as Orion emerged from the door. Their champion, their warrior had not just defeated the Ancient Beast but changed the prophecy forever.
From then onward, the 'Starless Night' was known as 'The Glow of Orion.' Celebrated every hundred years, it is a celebration of bravery, hope, and the triumph of light over darkness. Orion's legacy lived on, his name remembered and whispered with pride and admiration in the dusty, old lanes of Cirra.
Every hundred years, as the stars hide away and the sky lights up with a warm, comforting glow, children and adults alike look up to the night sky, telling tales of Orion and dreaming dreams of light, even in the heart of the ephemeral darkness. Such is the tale of Cirra, Orion, 'The Starless Night,' and how it transformed into the 'Glow of Orion', a testament to bravery and a symbol of hope, and light.