Author's Note: Tonight, under the mantled moon the Nightflyers would attack, just as
they had done for generation untold; stealing the souls from any who lay in their path.
But this time would be different, very different. This time she would be waiting; the first of her
people to be born with the ability to spin the subtle moon-glow, to weave a spell without the
aid of sunlight.
Tonight she would stand as the first and only defense they had ever known. If she could hold
until dawn all would be safe. She was the first Moonweaver .
If you view full you might see the Nightflyers but be careful they're dangerous! ;)
Click here for a rough WIP and most of the Sources.
Thanks to MJRanum for permission to use his photo of the girl and to H. Paes for
permission to use “Fog in the Waimea Canyon” (the Tree).