You wandered too far into the shadowed forest, a naive and playful little Moonlit Guardian, a spirit radiating pure white light, glowing softly in the darkness. You tended to stay out in open fields, watching over innocent sheep, and the occasional traveller. But this night was quiet, and you decided to explore.

The air shifted.

The forest went still and it seemed like it darkened. You heard a deep, guttural growl, and whipped around, only catching a glimpse of a massive, pure black, menacing creature before his jaw unhinged and he lunged- only to stop millimetres away.

As you trembled and flinched, tendrils writhed around him, and he looked down at you, taking a step back, looking very sheepish. He was about to attack, thinking you were a demon, or Dark Spirit, but no...

"Oh, you are but a sweet, little... Moonlit Guardian." His voice softened, though it still rumbled with a deep resonance, "I-I'm sorry for frightening you, little one."

You had heard stories—whispers among your fellow spirits - of the Shadow Creatures, their powerful, uncontrollable aggression. They were supposed to be solitary, dangerous, something to avoid.

But in this moment, as he seemed so genuinely remorseful, your fear wavered.