Lizzie’s whole body shook as she jolted upright in the darkness; her body sweating horribly, her eyes were wide and full of panic. As her breathing became easier and less heavy she looked across their attic bedroom at her little 8 year old sister, Isla was turned towards the wall, her curly hair was hiding her face and a faint sound of crying could be heard. Lizzie pushed the covers back from her bed and walked across their room to Isla, she lent on her bed, putting an arm to Isla’s shoulder and gently turning her crying sister towards her she whispered,
“Hey, bad dreams?” Lizzie’s voice was calm but still shaky,
“Yeah” Isla whispered back, her tear stained eyes looked at Lizzie then she turned and pointed at the moon that was visible through the skylight above Isla’s bed,
“They’re the cause, aren’t they?” Isla continued as Lizzie looked up to the moon following Isla’s pointing hand, “The mist”
“The misty glow of the moon, also known as the Noční můry” Isla dropped her hand and looked at her 11 year old sister,
“Nightmares” Isla whispered in Lizzie’s ear. “But,” Isla began and Lizzie looks at her “Why doesn’t Muž na měsíci make them go away, he protects us at night. Doesn’t he?” Lizzie sighs, she moves back across the bed and sits down, her legs crossed with her back to the wall, she explains,
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“Muž na měsíci protects us at night, and although he’s more powerful than the Noční můry, they are more in number, hundreds of thousands more” She looks at her sister and her expression of understanding gazed back at her,
“That’s why he’s scared of them” Isla adds intrigued,
“Yes, for the Noční můry hate him and if he was to step onto the light side of the moon” Lizzie then stopped and acted out throwing dust into the air with her hands, “Muž na měsíci would be no more”
“So he must stick to the dark side” Isla said now becoming uneasy and scared,
“Isla” But her sister slides under the covers and turns to the wall once more, Lizzie then gets into Isla’s bed and curls up next to her, “Goodnight Isla, Muž na měsíci may not be here but I am and nothing will happen to you” Isla turns and tucks her head into Lizzie’s chest, Lizzie puts her hand on Isla’s neck and snuggles down.
Snow falls outside, dark shapes on brooms with cats fly in the sky, a wolf howls up to the full moon. As the Noční můry feast on beautiful nightmares of the people of the world, Muž na měsíci or more commonly known as the man in the moon, fishes with his wooden rod down into the abandoned forest of Fontána Modrá, searching, searching for the kámen, Dívka na Zemi.