The Light in the Crimson Moon🔊

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a remnant of the once grand Kingdom of Arcadis endured in a small village. Framed between two mountains, it was shielded from the outer world by a seemingly endless forest known as the Veil of Vines.

Life in the village of Arcadia was simple yet satisfactory. Farmers farmed, carpenters carved, blacksmiths banged their hammers against the steel, and the cycle of life continued unperturbed. At the heart of the village stood an ancient tower, known to the Arcadians as the 'Sage's Tower'. It was said to house the greatest wisdom known to mankind, locked away and safeguarded by an enigmatic figure called Astra, the Sage of Arcadis.

Astra was known for his tales; some whimsical, others haunting. But one story held the villagers in a perennial spell, 'The Light in the Crimson Moon'. As nightfall approached, villagers gathered around the tower. Astra, under the silvery moonlight, began his tale, 'Many moons ago, our land was blessed with the presence of a celestial body we know as the Crimson Moon. It was a symbol of our prosperity, but also a harbinger of our doom.’

Astra narrated how their ancestors had greedily exploited their natural resources, disturbing the balance of nature. Angered by their indifference, the Goddess of Earth, Gaia, took away the Crimson Moon, plunging Arcadis into a neverending night. He ended his tale with this provocative line, 'To restore the Crimson Moon and bring back the light, we must first restore the light within ourselves.'

Arwen, a young lad renowned for his audacity and courage, was deeply moved by Astra’s tale. He decided he must restore the Crimson Moon. After days of preparation, he started his journey through the Veil of Vines, armed only with his willpower and a small lantern that flickered till it faced the storm.

The Veil of Vines was foreboding and unpredictable. But amidst the mighty oaks and thorny bushes, Arwen found unexpected friends. He shared Astra's wisdom with the animals, vowed to protect them and their homes, and promised to restore the balance of nature. In return, they led him through the winding paths and treacherous pits.

After weeks of relentless pursuit, Arwen reached the end of the Veil. However, there was only an empty altar which once housed the Crimson Moon. Summoning up all his courage, he placed his lantern on the altar. A frail light flickered, growing slowly, steadily until it became a magnificent glow that rivalled the Crimson Moon itself.

Back at the village, people rejoiced as they saw the crimson moonlight seeping through the Veil, illuminating their faces with a warm glow. People cheered, danced, and sang in the crimson moonlight, with their hopes rekindled, greeting this positive omen for the future with joyous celebration.

When Arwen returned, he was celebrated as a hero, the boy who lit the Crimson Moon. Yet, Arwen humbly admitted, 'I didn't bring the Crimson Moon back. I merely shared the light within me, the wisdom bestowed by Astra, the love of nature, and a promise of restoration. The glow that lights our night sky is not the Crimson Moon, but a new light, born out of understanding and unity.'

From then on, every night, under the glow of their 'New Moon,' the villagers would gather and share stories of wisdom, of love, and of nature's balance. And, in the twinkle of their eyes, a new story is born every day.