An sgeulachd mu neach-ithe an eagal
Or the Story of the Fear Eater
Long ago,
A Phobos belonging to the kin of Dorchades encountered a daonna merchant on his back to the Island,
The merchant needed to cross a wide, but shallow river to get to the town to sell his wares.
However, the merchant was scared of the water and feared drowning.
The merchant wept as if he did not cross the river, he would not sell his wares,
However, his fear of the water was strong, and it overpowered him.
The Night Terror took pity on the merchant and approached him,
He promised the merchant that he will take away his fear of the water so he can sell his wares,
The merchant sprung up in joy and agreed to the Night Terror's idea.
The Night Terror cast a spell which allowed him to take on the merchant's fear,
The fear left the merchant and was consumed by the Night Terror.
When the merchant looked towards the river, he felt no fear to it,
The merchant promptly crossed it and thanked the Night Terror for his kindness,
The merchant then ventured to the town to sell his wares and the Night Terror carried his journey back to the Island.
However, once the Night Terror reached the coast he was stricken in fear,
He feared the water and was terrified of drowning,
Since the Night Terror had consumed the merchant's fear, he had become terrified of the water as well.
He knew there was no reason to be scared since he had taken the journey plenty of times,
But no matter what he did, he could not will himself to get closer to the ocean,
He had become trapped on the outside land.
He raced back to the merchant so he could return the fear,
However, he was appalled to hear that the merchant had died.
Now that he was not restricted by his fear of the water,
The merchant believed he could brave the rapids further up the river,
The merchant drowned quickly and perished a preventable death.
Seeing that there was no way for him to return the fear nor return to his homeland,
The Night Terror fell into despair and decided to spend his remaining days on the coast,
He sat upon a rock and stared out to where the Island was,
And perished soon after, never to return to the home he loved.
(Excerpt from the 'Leabhar a 'chinnidh phobos written by the kin of Dorchades, Acquired and translated from Timorin by Victor Soul.)
