My Curse is Your Gift

Alastor was doing his best to be a good father. Life was hectic for his little family right now, what with all the movement and instability in their lives and both Mendacium parents busy making preparations for their forevers, but the hulking behemoth of a wolf was never too busy to spend time with his children. His littlest, Avacyn, was fascinated by the strange fireflies that had appeared around Boreas seemingly overnight. How she knew about their existence when she should've been asleep well before their appearance he didn't know, but he had an inkling, and he couldn't fault his children for wanting to avoid sleep to see the world they would one day own. She had her father's inquisitive mind, and who was he to deny her a little adventure for some research? So the dire brute offered to take her someplace special to see the fireflies.

As the sun sank down through the twilight sky, Alastor carried his precious purple princess on his back toward the lake he had avoided since his terrifying ordeal over a year prior. It was somewhere he never thought he'd return, but for his daughter, he would move heavens and conquer hells for her. It was also where her inception had been, the place where he had been cursed in a way that blessed both of his amazing children into living stars. Massive paws crunched through dirt and snow as they approached the lake just before dusk. Frogs croaked and crickets were chirping already in preparation for night. The waters of the lake lapped placidly against the rocky shore. Alastor gazed over the glistening water with pensive obsidian eyes, ruminating on how life had taken him on such a strange path to where he stood today.

"We're here, my little star!" he declared, walking right to the edge of the water amongst some reeds almost as tall as he was, allowing Avacyn the best view of the lake he could. "It shouldn't be long now. Keep your eyes sharp." Gradually, the sun dipped below the western horizon and the abnormally huge full moon began to appear in the night sky. Once the last rays of daylight disappeared, those blue and lavender fireflies began to appear, rising from the reeds around them to float and dance over the surface of the lake. There was easily thousands of them around the lake and all around them, surrounding the father and daughter with their glow. The moonlight shimmered off the water's surface, making the lake look like it was glowing, an incandescent dance floor for the bizarre fireflies.


"Alastor"