The gold-tipped arrow still jutted from between bloodied feathers. It might have been dying, if gods could die. That is when he spied the monster, hidden in the shadows of the wheel. The monster was gone, and with sunlight nearing, the hunt was forced to retreat behind the veil.Īs morning light shimmered off a blanket of snow, it so happened that a young miller arose early to check on the river that turned his waterwheel, concerned that it would soon freeze over in the winter cold. The hunters again made chase, but too late. He was sure the wish would be his.īut with remarkable strength and grace, the beast, although wounded, was able to break through the circle of hounds. The Erlking himself shot the arrow that pierced the beast’s massive golden wing. His hounds howled and burned as they chased down one of the monstrous creatures. It was this wish the Erlking sought that fateful night. Almost impossible to catch.īut if you should be lucky enough, or skilled enough, to capture such a prize, the god will be forced to grant a wish. This is the only night when the great gods are forced to take their beastly forms.
This year was different, for an Endless Moon only occurs when the winter solstice coincides with a bright moon in all its fullness.
The wild hunt had emerged, but this year they were not only seeking lost souls and aimless drunkards and naughty children who had risked misbehaving at a most inopportune time. The sky was slate gray and a blizzard was being heralded across the land by the chilling howls of the hounds, the thunder of hooves. Or, I should say, the true beginning was in the beforetimes, when monsters roamed freely outside the veil that now separates them from mortals, and demons sometimes fell in love.īut for our purposes, it started during that Endless Moon. Our story began on the winter solstice nineteen years ago, during a rare Endless Moon. Certainly not the curse.īut I should start at the beginning. I know some will try to blame him, but he had little to do with it.Īnd I want to be clear that it wasn’t entirely my fault, either. The first thing you ought to know is that it wasn’t my father’s fault. I will tell you the tale, how it happened in truth.
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