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- While the children delighted in which type of cookie they’d received, Ombric stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up pensively at the high hollow of Big Root. He raised one finger skyward and twirled it in a circular motion. From the top of the tree’s hollow, bark began to peel back until a large round portal, like a window, opened up.
- The whole village was there, parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles. The children leaned out from their bunks. They could now see up to the starry sky and the Moon, glowing bright and beautiful.
- “Tonight we find ourselves at the center of an ancient war,” Ombric began, walking slowly up the staircase. “Look at our Moon. It was not always there to light our night. A war brought it to us—a war with the Nightmare King.” He paused and waved his arm toward the glowing sphere.
- To the villagers' astonishment, images began to scroll across the Moon's surface, as if it were a shadow play, flowing in perfect timing with the story Ombric now told.
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