Curse of the Blood Moon

A Legend of Feyrien

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Long ago, in Darraina's birthplace, a land called Feyrien, was wild magic. It liked to be uncontrollable unless it chose a host to use the magic for their own choices, though the negative effects of negative magic were always felt strongly. Many of the hosts of the magic knew of the danger and were cautious, others ignored the unsaid rules of the magic, later succumbing to the evil of their actions. One of the "ignorers," as history called them, sought to rule the lands, cursing anyone who got in their way. Little did any of the inhabitants of Feyrien know, the magic was dying. With the one soul longing for power, they drained it instead.
With the little magic that was left, they trapped it in a small vial, always wearing it on their neck, and trying to find a way to restore what was lost. Duplication spells never made the magic more, it only gave them more vials to remind them of their failure, and most knew who the soul was that ruined everything for the rest. Everywhere they went, shouts followed, many wished they would simply fade away with the rest of the magic, while others hid their children, except for one time.
While the shouts and noises were loud, a delicate flower stood among them. They looked young in appearance, but the magic-stealer could see into the soul of anyone. Whoever the flower was, they had lived many lives tormented by the sounds of others. Saddened by losing so many loved ones, and on the verge of giving up. So they proclaimed it then and there.

Whoever is so calm to be amidst this chaos, and still stand firm, know this. The last of the magic I have will be used for good.

No one really believed them, but the old soul simply smiled and mouthed "Thank you," then turned away from the crowd. That night was the only Blood Moons in so many years, giving old life back to the magic, if only for a second. This allowed the magic-stealer to perform a spell, more of a curse though it wasn't bad. It allowed the old soul to sleep for years on end, erasing the memories of the past few years leaving them wondering what happened, just for the fun of it as the magic stealer wasn't completely redeemed. When the time was right, the soul would wake again, perhaps somewhere completely new, or somewhere so familiar, it was the soul's choice.
Once the spell was cast, they did one last spell, merging their life with the rest of the magic. It gave the magic a few years of more life, but it still faded away, leaving only the legend of the Blood Moon Curse cast on the old soul, and magic to help the land once more, even for just...a second.

Inspired by Sleeping Beauty