Space. Oblivion. The void. These all describe the vast existence in which our universe dwells. A black curtain dotted with stars, infinite stars, all
keeping a kind watch over life. The golden age is just beginning to dawn. Pitch has just received word he has a daughter. Tsar Lunaoff has
just been crowned ruler of the lunar constellation. And a star by the name of Lumosantom is dying.
The death of a star is a cosmic sized ordeal. Most stars simply explode and release all of their pure light to creation, for the growth of
life and creativity. Other stars implode upon their dark selves, and absorb all that is near them in a greedy last ditch effort to survive. And
every now and then, a star transforms upon death. Such was the case with Lumosantom.
Lumosantom was an old and wise star, who had managed to retain his mischievous youthful spirit for billions of years. Indeed, so pure
and bright was his childhood, that he saw fit to give that joy and life he had so loved back to the universe. Lumosantom drew in his final
breaths and remembered watching the other stars from afar in the dark of space. And as his light dimmed, he uttered one last word.
"..Nightlight…"
And with that last breath, Lumosantom exploded with burst of pure white light that extended for millions of miles. All nearby shadows
and nightmare men were vaporized. All nearby sadness was erased. In that single shining moment, the universe breathed.
The very next instant, all of Lumosantom's death light converged into a tiny point, in the center of the had been star. The light
compressed and molded itself, like water forming a solid shape. A torso was formed, followed by legs and arms. Finally, a head was formed.
The light continued to compress and tighten, until suddenly, it stopped. A hiss of a breath left the figures lips, wisps of mist and light emitting
from its form. The being was the size of a child, 10 or 11 at best. The spectral boy lifted his head and opened his eyes. They gleamed with the
shape luminescence of cat's eyes, but they held the mischief of a boy's. The child unfolded himself and looked around. Everything was dark
except for tiny dots of light. The boy studied in curious fascination. He saw ships flying by their light, shadows fleeing from their reach. They were stars.
"Stars…" whispered the boy, his voice like music, blended and melodic. The star took notice of this child, this spectral boy, and smiled at him.
The boy smiled back. The star nearest the child, Lunaoff, recalled the last word Lumosantom had uttered. She then whispered it to the child...
"Nightlight" she sang. The spectral boy considered it, mulling it around his mind. An echo of an old, ancient voice called to him from inside.
"It's your name…." the voice said. Then all was silent. The boy thought some. Them a smile lit up his face like the sun lights the morning.
"NIGHTLIGHT!" he cried, his musical voice carrying far off into the darkness.
The child laughed a brilliant laugh, and shimmered before rocketing off into the cosmos.