If you go at midnight on a clear full moon night, they say you can see her. They say she's as mysterious as the dark side of the moon, with her black hair half pulled up and her black dress with a slight shimmer to it seeming like the night sky. I've heard the tales of her and her large wolf companion who is as dark as the shadows. She has saved many from these things, I've heard whispers they are called shadowlings, we aren't suppose to be aware of this hidden realm but we are for reasons unknown, activity has increased in recent years.She's here and the stories I have heard do her no justice, her icy eyes seem to look at me well seeming to look through me. They seem so cold and frozen tonight, well her crimson smile contrasts greatly by being warm and inviting. I watch as her wold companion joins her staying a step behind her ready to act on her command, forever loyal to her, he pays no attention to me surprisingly.
"Why have you come here, [Y/n]." Such a calming voice, so musical..... but wait how did she know my name, I stood confused as I tried to figure out the question floating in my mind. "Ahhh the Moon knows lots of things, He tells me this information as He sees fit. It allows me to prefer my duty to my fullest extent." I simply nod not trusting my voice, as it would ruin this moment in time. Her eyes seem to melt a little, some of the warmth peaking through. "Here take this and return to your world. It is best if you do not try to return, it is dangerous here for those who are Innocent." A little pure white box appears out of thin air, a shimmering gold ribbon is tied in a bow on top. It seem to glow in the moonlight as I look down at it as it lands in my out stretched hands, when I look up from the gift she is gone, just like the moon when a cloud covers it. I look back down at the gift and see a note attached to it.
'Please do not return to this dark and dangerous place, an Innocent like you should remain in the sunlight and safe.' It was written in curling cursive and her name was also written in looping curves
~Blackrose
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General FictionA gather of stories sent out on Gaiaonline by an anon gifter named Blackrose. I do hope you enjoy them as much as those who I sent them did.