III . Moons Fly by Choice

From that day on we took the Waning Gibbous Moon as our symbol. As disappeared the beasts, the beautiful Gibbous did rise upon us, signaling a midnight twilight. She protected us. Though only human, we still felt a connection with the moon. Forced to live within the streets, it was our nightlight as it felt fit.

The next day went on without mention of the previous night's visitors. They had been silent, and swift, and left nothing but footprints behind as evidence, which quickly disappeared with the morning gusts of wind. All the people of the streets lay inactive. The rest went on with their daily business.

Despite this, the malaise and darkness within the dew-laden air settled on the shoulders of the citizens of Gilneas. Paranoia seemed rampant, despite its seeming lack of cause. Talk between the official guardians increased slightly, with troubled tones in their ranks. We watched them and we listened, and heard. And kept silent under the blessed Gibbous Moon as she faded slowly away.