Night is cruel
It doesn't matter where you are. You can be sitting safe at home with a screen before you, you can be lying in bed with a blanket around you, you could be living in a palace filled with thousands of guards.
You could be living in a kingdom filled with mages, who hold power and strength in their hands.
Because even if nothing happens in one night, doesn't mean the danger has passed, that you will wake up without a knife between your ribs or a bullet in your head. It means that the terror has occurred to someone else.
Night is kind.
It provides a refuge to the terror of the day, it gives promise of a new beginning in the morning, it offers sleep to those who seek it, as well as cover from those who hold night in their hearts.
Night is my refuge. Night is my savior.
Night is my enemy. Night is my torturer.
But even night can be made joyous when you find people made of light. For even night hesitates to strike at fairies.
This is my story. The story of how I conquered the night. How the night became my shield.
Thanks to the Queen of Fairies, Titania.
