In a small village in the cold North, there lived a little blind girl with her mama and papa in a tiny cottage, at the outskirts of the village.
She had the most beautiful pair of eyes in all the land and for this reason,her parents hid her away from the rest of the world when she was five years old.
One day, her mother; a slender seamstress sew for her the most beautiful knits of fine silk her skillful hands could make. She wore it on her little girl, praising her cute blonde child.
Her husband returned home from hunting and announced his arrival home. Mother guided child to welcome her Papa.
"Papa, look at the beautiful dress Mama has sewn for me. I feel it's lovely" said the little girl as she flaunted her flowing gown and spun lightly.
He smiled at her and rose her up above the wooden floors balancing her on one hip while receiving his wife with a free outstretched hand in a warm embrace.
Then suddenly, there came a loud thud and a terrible crash from the front door, breaking it into small bits.
Thieves had raided their tiny home, collecting the little their poor selves thrived to own.
Father, mother and daughter had a jem each. Beautiful and priceless, hung around their necks. These were taken away also, and the mother slapped brutally and finally flung into the fire the thieves has started in the center of the room. Her already dead body, left to burn.
Cain, the father wailed a bitter cry of pain into the night, tears burning up in his heart, evident in his wail.
The moon was blood red outside, scarcely visible in the partially burnt up cottage.
The little girl began quivering helplessly on the cold floor, goose pimples spreading around her body as she shivered.
"Papa?" She called. "Is Mama alright?"
But her Papa gave no response.
He couldn't control his sorrow nor his tears. After a short while of unbroken silence, he dug for something in his pocket.
"Papa?..."
Cain jabbed a small pocket knife into his daughter's eye, pulling it from one end to the other, drawing a brutal line across her eyes.
She screamed in agony and those screams multiplied.
Cries from a thousand demons and hopeless souls left her thin lips. She gave a bitter wail of pure pain.
She demons left her eyes into the deadly red moon, moaning.
"As bitter as gall...
As cold as my gems...
Pained as my daughter's eyes and as dead as my wife, so shall your endless days be, oh children of the moon..."
The cottage burnt to the ground as the demons cried into the inky black night's sky.
