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, gauzy veils. The great beam sweeps over gravestones and pale night-flowers, while the sea beats a dull, rhythmic dirge below. Fog folds the terrace into narrow corridors of wet stone as shapes with rifles and blades break from the slope and surge toward the light — the Wild Hunt moving as one dark, relentless tide. On the lighthouse balcony, a tall figure turns and descends silently into the cemetery, his lantern burning a calm, watchful blue that deepens to a bloody crimson as the raiders close. The metal cage breathes like a live coal as he steps among the markers and lifts the lamp, its ribs throwing long, stark bars across their faces. The puddles along the path turn bright with reflections of the contained flame. 'Shall at last be set…