Night Weavers

Prologue - A Moment in the Moonlight

Night weavers.

Creatures of the night that live in an unending darkness, often called Scythes. They live in a world where no humans exist, but cannot also live where the humans reside. Some say they are the ones who bring stars of our nights, the light of the darkness. Some say they are the ones responsible for the life of humans, controlling their life span and bring the souls back to the home world. They are not real, humans say. Just an old fairy tale.

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My father didn't believe that.

He believed they were real and every time he believed, his eyes sparkled like the stars of the night.

He reads me about them every night before I go to sleep just to make sure I believe in them too.

I sometimes get a glimpse of my father standing on the terrace and staring so intently, almost at the point of crying, at the flowers on the garden under the moonlight.

I was caught once and he smiled at me, taking me into his arms and telling me a different kind of story, a story with a princess.

It had me confused because of the different approach he has given me. He usually tells about heroes that fight monsters and go on epic adventures.

It was about a princess in distress with no one by her side; family, friends and even people around her. She ran and ran away until there was no point in return. An impossible traveler, whom she met in her darkest time, helped her and traveled to a place no one could've ever imagined. Her grief began to fade, seeing a new light in her life. They were happy together until the end of time.

For me, that story was nothing but for my father, that story was everything.

I went to sleep and as my eyes close, I see my father one last time, smiling like everything was going to be alright.

"Good night, my young traveler."

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and there I was... sleeping. Unknown to the world I was living in; A silent moment that seemed like an eternity.