Mira and the Nightprowler
The Dark Fate of Mira
The Flying Flux's history is textured with numerous tales of humor and horror, each one more ridiculous than the last, but few events surpass the terrible fate of Mira.
Death; a widely feared but unavoidable reality, even on Flux. However, one's life is a small thing to lose when compared to the atrocities allowed by free will.
Mira, a small village in Cetus, was inhabited by an inconsequential little gathering of Lowland Fluxers, most of which had little desire to leave their homes. Even after the Dichotomic War, their pitiable farms were overlooked and weren't subject to Highland taxation or slavery. Why, then, has Mira become a symbol of fear? That would be Fillin the Nightprowler's doing.
I Fill in. I took it. No blood. Just mind. Just words.
"Fill in" was the name given to this unseen terror of Mira, taken from the repetitious phrase that was spoken by the first of three discovered survivors. This beast-like creature's mind had been crippled by something terrible, and while it made no attempt to attack the travelling merchants who routinely passed through the village, it's face discouraged any attempts to approach. The malice--no--hunger in its unblinking eyes and devilishly crooked grin so openly projected an eerie type of insanity, leaving little doubt as to its current mental state.
I have seen the fear that flashes across a being's face just before death takes them, but those eyes... those eyes were but a mere glimpse of something far worse than fear. How I see it, there are two sides of death. The type we mortals experience--the all-consuming emptiness. Then, there's the one that hunts us; it's not searching for our bodies, but everything that makes us "living beings". So, no; I was not scared. I was intrigued. Had it not been for my brother, I would've been drawn into that sweet abyss forever... that deepest hunger...
Needless to say, that first survivor sat up against a fairly welcoming sign until it died of starvation, its corpse still preserved in perfect condition to this very day; an eternal reminder of Fillin's presence.
The second "survivor" was found within the city walls, and while his mind was left intact, the rough-skinned gargoyle-creature's body was heavily mutilated.
I didn't... see it. I was... patrolling the... streets... when the... darkness fell...
According to Gel Irkle, the towns entire body of law enforcement and a force to be reckoned with, the aforementioned "first survivor" was the local bookworm. While he was unable to recall the tortured soul's name, the gargoyle did mention how incredible it was to listen to him explain complex theories with ease.
As for Gel's memory of the event itself, it wasn't very revealing. He said he was "patrolling the streets" when his sight had been taken, as well as a detailed description of the various tortures he experienced. He was pinned to a nearby building when an amused, but somehow terrified voice whispered in his ear.
It said... 'not me... but don't care... must fill in... you live... you... we... fill in... fill in'. Everything... was broken... I was pinned... so I woul...-wouldn't... kill myself...
Beautiful... she was so beautiful. I watched her as she... my family and friends... then she smiled at me. It was sincere. I know she took the bookworm's sanity and his name from our minds. I know she stripped my good friend Gel of many organs. I know she stole something from me that I swore to someone else, but I didn't care. Still, I regret nothing. I'm not a bad person, but can no longer be called a 'good' one. I'm... I'm just hers. I belong to Fillin.Unpleasant moment - click to reveal
Needless to say, he was killed by those interviewing him before the complete story came out. Because of this, no actual description of Fillin has ever been found, so the Nightprowler is suspected to be a wanderer of the Lowlands; some immortal deity of beauty and death.
There are many references of Fillin the Nightprowler and Mira in the darkest of literary texts, since both are typically used to epitomize death. Some adapted versions were made into songs for children, who will eventually grow up and learn of the horrible things referenced in their games.