This is a fairytale I wrote based on an idea about the Dark Rift and the Black Moon. It's partially inspired by Majora's Mask, thought up as I was listening to the Theophany Majora's Mask album.
Once upon a time, there was an island under the Black Moon. The people were peaceful, though serious and proud and they lived out their lives under the light of the Black Moon.
One day, it happened that the young God Nataha, strong and proud of his title as an immortal, descended from his home on the Black Moon and took the form of a man so he might visit Arcadia and bask in the praise of his people.
However, when he arrived on the island of Noxheim, the people only scoffed. They did not believe in Spirits and Gods that dwelt in the heavens and the moon! They deemed the young God a trickster and maddened by their words, he stormed away to think upon how he could prove his immortality and power to them.
The second morning he descended again and brought with him fabulous moonstones and gold from his home in the moon.
Alas again the villagers laughed! Why, a rich man he may be, or a trickster who had conned his treasure from others, but this did not prove him a God!
Further enraged, the young God left again, and sent dark dreams to the villagers. That night the inhabitants of Noxheim slept fitfully.
On the third day the young God stormed into the center of the island and demanded the villagers recognize him as the Immortal he was. The people laughed again at his impudence and this time he flew into a rage.
Stamping his foot and growing to a great height, he once again ordered the villagers to look upon him as a God. The people of Noxheim assumed that this was one of the different magics of Arcadia, and still were not swayed by the trickster's intimidation.
"You think me a cheap magician and trickster? I will show you that I am a God with the power of the moons!"
His voice echoed unnaturally loudly around the island, and for the first time the villagers faltered. The young God stretched his arms out to the skies and from his keening a great serpent erupted from the spot where he had stood. The great reptile reared its ugly head as it circled the island and cried for the Moon to come to him, to silence the ignorance of the village. The skies fell dark and the rumbling was so great that the islands of Arcadia trembled with anticipation. The heavens groaned as they split apart to make way for the moon's fall.
The noise was deafening, maddening and terrifying, and then- silence.
Nataha opened his eyes and was overcome with anguish and grief at what he had done, and the monster he had become. In his fury the island of Noxheim was now little more than debris. The moon, his once beautiful home was now shattered and warped, its lingering power bringing the pieces of island and rock toward it in a dance of destruction.
Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to suggest more fairy tale ideas.
The God is called Nataha rather than Anguila because he cannot speak as a serpent, and most likely wanted people to forget him.