Darkrai/Cresselia

Every Year In Canalave

As it was every year, that sensation came again, and no amount of power Darkrai pushed back against it was enough to ignore the pestering light. It sent shivers up his spine and told him to leave before the light decided enough was enough and hunted him down.

It was a shame, really. Light was his natural enemy, but all the same so powerful. So powerful and...

Warm.

Those thoughts scared him more that Cresselia herself, and he finally fled, leaving the townsfolk to their pleasant dreams until next year, when he would return again for the sake of tradition.

…And for that small moment of light.