You walk for miles, and the mountains seem to get no closer. They mock you with invisible grins for they know you are tired. You feet ache, but you keep walking. The sun seems to tire, too, and sets behind the horizon.
As the moon begins her journey across the sky, you reach the foot of the mountains. Looking up at the tall purple giants, you wonder what you are doing here. It is dark, cold, and you have the strange feeling that something is behind you, though when you turn around to see, nothing is there.
You briefly consider going back, but your feet throb, reminding you that they will turn against you and refuse to walk if they get no rest. You slide down to the ground, and begin planning your way back.
A hoarse whisper comes from behind you, as if from the mountains themselves:
"We are the Darkness. You shall regret disturbing us."
The voice fills you with utter, paralyzing terror. You feel Evil all around you.
Another voice, this one coming from the very air around you sings:
"May the silver
Twinkling stars
Shine brightly
Above you
Protecting you
From all harm
And danger.
May the pale
Smiling moon
Chase away
The sharp clawed
Monsters
And crimson eyed
Beasts
And keep you safe.
May the sweet
Warm darkness
Envelope you,
A magical
Shimmering shield,
Destroying all
The arrows of Evil
That may fly at you.
May you sleep
Through the night
Relaxing,
Undisturbed,
And dream of
Silver stars
Inside the eyes
Of crystal unicorns.
Good Night."
A dark presence seems to recede, and calm, peaceful feeling fills the land. You drift to sleep without knowing it.
When you wake up, it is midnight. You are well rested, and ready to leave if you wish. Even though the evil feeling left the mountains, you don't feel very comfortable here.
The voice which sang the evil away speaks up again, startling you:
"Do you wish to hear more songs?"
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