Man, young and strong, came forth to us. In thy arms was held maiden, hair gold like streams of sun. Thine man laid thy maiden before us, and stated we had done wrong. That thine beloved was lost to darkness.
Moved were we with pity, for never could we imagine being parted. But nothing could we do, we assured him. The man would not accept. Scream and make din he did, that life was better before darkness and rest eternal. And as his words were spoken, trepidation came 'mongst our people. Most gave value to our darkness and its show of our care. Others began saying none had asked for sleep eternal. It was cruelty, separating loved from loved. Tensions mounted. Men hated men. Women hated women. Some hated us.
Some killed others. Such horror, there is no such rest in murder. Our people, like our children, forging blades and clenching throats. Bear it we could not.
Maybe we could silence them. Return thine maiden to waking. Maybe then thine fighting would cease. Surely if given what they wanted, our people would cease the destruction. So call back the maiden we did, granting life anew by our own power. To him and into her we gave tip of our right horn, and into thine lungs breath returned. The man was thankful, and word soon spread we could revive any soul since put to rest.
We had not anticipated this. Rest eternal was meant to be our greatest gift. When we came it was considered wondrous. Our people exchanged pained life eternal of joyful life brief, but now they would seek both.
Knew they not that the first revival had shortened the night. Less darkness there was for our world because some now rested within that maiden. But so little, it could not make a difference.
But if it was given continuously, the darkness could dry like a river. It was meant for all, but now one had more than the rest.
And none knew then, but maiden had gone to rest with child. We had recalled her spirit, but not his. And when the babe's day of birth came, we knew not what he was or how he lived. Only that he bore a pair of horns upon his brow.
