Long Night

I am used to being unnoticed. I am used to fading from sight.
Today, something happened, something quite frightening.
The Constable, hisself, called upon me, by name!
I had dared hope I'd avoid his cruel gaze, there are stories. There are always stories in the court, but those seem always bigger, when you see him eviscerate what should have been a mortal, yet, whatever it was, it couldn't have been a mortal and come to challenge the late Prince Japhthia, Strategos of Opal. Not even mortals are quite so foolish.
And it didn't even have a chance to defend itself! One blink, and it was gone.
But worse, whatever did this to him, knows my name...

— Diary of Long Night, handmistress of fallen stars