He couldn't believe what he saw in the distance. Could it be? No, it couldn't. The Maid was just a myth. A story, a tall tale told for hope. All that was here was death, misfortune and darkness. He walked out to investigate. The pale color of this creatures skin surprised him. It turned its head. He ducked behind a rock. He looked up at the sky just in time to see, the lanterns. They creaked to life as an unseen force spun them for the first time in years. The orange, pink, and blue moved across the sky in a way he had never seen. He had ventured to the light tower many times to honor his dead ancestors and to hope to find companionship among them, but he never did and roamed this land alone. The lanterns moved again.