By the Invocation of the Light, and Zaravan's call, I offer up This.
LIGHT FOR THE FORSAKEN
(By Ixenathier on Spacebattles, reposted with permission.)
The Hamlet was used to many things unusual and horrible. The odd rampaging horror, hope sapping darkness, blood sucking fiends, and a bandit raid or two. And that is not even covering the Darkness that dwelled deep in the earth.
This is not a story of one of those horrors. This is not a story of nameless darkness or even the deep places of the world.
This is of an event one moonless night when the borders between worlds grew thin. A night that the Abbot and his assistants lit every light they could in the chapel and prayed to the Light to drive back the Dark.
If any had the courage to venture out, they would have seen what could have passed as a child's doll peer into the open door of the chapel and, if they had been especially quiet, see the ragged thing listen.
If any would believe such a thing, they could even imagine the toy like thing hanging on to each word of hope and acceptance spoken in the name of the Light.
The next day, the toy was gone.
Days passed, and life went on in the Hamlet. There were the occasional report of things moving in the shadows at night, but nothing confirmed.
And if asked, the Abbot would smile softly and speak of the Light.
Then one night that the bloody moon shone with especial malice, VVulf and his men attacked.
One made it into the chapel devoid of defenders while they were occupied with the other would be raiders. Once in, he found the Abbot at his lectern preaching to what looked like an empty room.
Snarling the invader charged raising his weapon high to strike down the spiritual heart of the Hamlet, only to find his way barred by children's toys.
Disregarding this as madness, he continued down the center isle heedless of the Abbot's warnings trending toys beneath his boots.
Almost to his target his feet were ripped out from under him and the air filled with what sounded almost like the laughter of children as the tiny figures moved to encircle him.
Before darkness claimed him, the last thing he saw was the smile painted on a scrap of yellow cloth that made the doll in font of him, and the whip-like claws that lashed out from beneath it.
A/N: Just a funny little thing we thought of when talking about how the Hamlet would react to Ghost type pokemon. This was mentioned and Zara demanded that Ix make it.
Ix: Mimikyu says hi!
Zara: I am honored that Ixen has made this. I can only thank him.
And hope that others will follow in his stead.