We Gotta Burn This Evil Out [Aris]

Gossamer was starting to hate night patrols. Every night that passed just seemed to get creepier and creepier. It wouldn't bother her so much if this was normal but anyone she talked to assured her it was not and she was starting to wonder if she'd ever see a normal winter in her life. Maybe everything just went to shit this time of year and she needed to get used to it. Either way, she wasn't going to just abandon her patrol. She needed to keep her eyes peeled in case any bloody pirates were lurking around the border.

Gossamer didn't see any pirates but what she did see were dozens of little, glowing blue lights. The fireflies were out again tonight. They shifted and twinkled in amongst the tall grasses. A breeze swept through, sending a hiss through the rustling grasses and for a moment she thought she'd heard something. Someone beckoning her out toward the border.

A firefly landed nearby. Gossamer leaned forward, trying to peer through the glow to see the body inside.