Yesterday was the winter solstice. There have always been stories in my village, legends about this night. But this year, I have learned that the truth behind those legends is indeed stranger than fiction.
The old ones would talk about that night, fifty years ago, when nearly half their neighbors disappeared. They whispered nervously of Ithaqua. He came on the winds of winter to take them that are his. And he would come back. Superstitious fools.
But now I know better. Ithaqua has taken me.
