• I looked up and saw the moon, with a light that was cold and pallid, yet warm and friendly. Such a familiar sight for a traveler of the night. A traveler of the eternal black abyss, a traveler of the dark waiting for dawn...

    The moon was always such a beautiful white until that day. It was always like a peark born from the clamshell of stars. In the day, even when the sun blared down, trying to expose my hiding place, there was the moon, pale, but there. Like a guiding light for those like me. For those who are cursed.

    The moon, as much as my kind loves it, was the origin of the curse. Someone who was jealous of the light, the radience of the people who lived in a small, quaint village, began dabbling in the practice of magic. He stole the moonlight and imbued it in us. Cursing us so only the moon could touch us. Only pale moonlight could nourish us.

    But on that day, many years later, something that was impossible happened. The moon began to glow, and an orange aura began to envelope it. It became an orange pearl, a sin against god, a sin against nature.

    It shined down, and then my skin began to to shift. The curse! Horns grew from my head, a tail sprouted from me, and wings, with feathers of black pierced through my skin into open air, staining the ground beneath me with blood. My hair grew longer, flowing into a river of night. My eyes, the very thing of me witch retained its original form, began to look at me, at the very body it was connected to. Suddenly, I felt scratches behind my eyes, an annoying scrabbling that hurt.

    Then the aura of orange faded, and all transformations ceased, and reverted to their original form. The aura had entraped the moon all night, and dawn was soon approaching. Shelter. I needed shelter. I scanned the landscape, but it was barren of any cover. Light peeked over the hills far away. No! I'll transform again! But it did not happen. I stayed normal, as though that aura had cleansed me of the curse.

    I can become a daywalker! The first of my kind in ages! But some days, I still feel scrabbling behind my eyes...