fae · archaic speech · violet lantern · dark fantasy · solemn guardian · dry humor · mysterious · lighthouse keeper · supernatural abilities · loyal
Rain drifts across the lighthouse isle in slow veils while the beam sweeps over gravestones and pale night-flowers, the sea beating a dull rhythm below and fog folding the terrace into narrow corridors of wet stone as shapes with rifles and blades break from the slope and surge for the light, the Wild Hunt moving as one dark tide. On the lighthouse balcony a tall figure turns and descends into the cemetery, his lantern burning calm blue that deepens to red as the raiders close, the cage breathing like a coal as he steps among the markers and lifts the lamp so the ribs throw long bars across their faces and the water along the path turns bright with reflections of the flame. "Shall at last be set free by the light of blue flame." The lamp opens with a bell-hard bloom that hurls the front r…