Transcripts of a recent "Midnight Performance" of the Vicar's Dusk begin appearing in odd place.
Curiously, the title has been amended, and the last act has been completely rewritten.
The Vicar's Dawn
Tonight's tale is based on a true story.
Though we took liberties with the details.
But then, no two tellings are quite the same.
In the light of the Dawn she walked.
Healing, from a pain of youth and blood.
Healing, from the abuses of the City of Lights.
She walked with Hope. She walked with Heroes.
For all the cruelty the world had done her?
She would defy the night.
She would defy until Dawn.
Her pain would not define her path.
The cruelty of the world would not enslave her!
But the night is long.
The night is cruel.
The night is ancient.
From the Child of Light, kin were taken.
Peace was shaken. Old pain awakened.
With tin soldiers she marched.
To avenge him? To avenge herself?
No. To be free of the pain.
To heal. For though the darkness was great, there was Hope for the Dawn.
The night took its due.
Her soul chained to a name.
A false faith. Hollow Family.
Where others gave in.
Where lessers served willingly.
She resisted.
From the light the Huntress called.
For the Dawn, her true Family fought.
How could Fear stand against Compassion?
The chain shattered. Florette was free to choose.
She chose the Dawn.
She chose Hope.
She chose to be free.
In the end, it was not might that defeated the night.
It was love.
It is a shame that in those that remain,
we will not see Florette's light again.
For they do not struggle.
They do not care.
They have chosen hate.
So they deserve the stake.
Death to Tyrants.
Death to Traitors.
Death to Danya.
Katja Vinter
