Comhroinn Fuaime

The villagers approached carefully. But nothing happened. No wind. No shadow. No strange cry. Amora was gone. Months passed. Children played freely again. Pregnancies were safe. No mysterious deaths. Peace returned to Idu-Ora. And the elders said, “Evil survives when we feed it. The day we refused to give her what she wanted, she had nothing left to live on.”