Under a harvest moon, the village of Eldenford huddled close to the warmth of hearth fires, as outside, the chill of fall crept through the thatch and timber. In the moon’s silvery light, the trees whispered of a time when spirits roamed freely among the living. I, a boy not yet of age to wield a sword, lay awake, listening to the rustling of the leaves, imagining the tales of old.
That night, as the wind danced with the golden leaves, a tale not of imagination but of chilling truth unfolded before my very eyes. A great blue apparition, a specter from the realm of shadow and mist, emerged from the forest’s edge. It was a giant, its body a twilight blue save for the crimson of its hands and head, drifting soundlessly over the fallow fields.
Its eyes, black voids, spoke of an unfathomable depth, a darkness so pure it swallowed the feeble light of my lantern. I felt my heart pound against my ribs, a drum warning of impending danger. The creature’s gaze found me, and in that eternal moment, we were the only two beings in all of creation.
I was frozen, a statue in the grips of a fear more ancient than the stars. The apparition, an enigma of the night, drew nearer, its red hands reaching out as if to snatch the very soul from my chest. Yet, it paused, hovering before me, an ethereal curiosity examining a newfound oddity.
I mustered the courage of my forebears and stood tall. In a voice barely my own, I spoke, "Be thou friend or fiend, ye shall not have my spirit this eve!"
Perhaps it was the steel in my words, or a whim of the creature’s own inscrutable will, but it recoiled, drifting backwards, and with a silence that roared louder than any cry, vanished into the obsidian tapestry of night.
The villagers spoke naught of spirits or specters, but I, alone, knew the truth. The blue apparition with the red hands and head had spared me, leaving a tale of wonder and fear etched upon my soul, forever a whisper in the autumn wind.
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