The Story of the Blood Moon

The Story of the Blood Moon was a book written by Alarrick.
It told of the background leading up to the devastating First Bloodmoon that destroyed Lakeview Village and scattered its few remaining survivors. Though Alarrick intended to complete the tale with an account of the Bloodmoon itself, he left it behind when he abandoned Quincine to travel to the Swamplands at the dawn of the Second Era.
The book remained unfinished.
=Locations=
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===Second Era===
*Quincine
===Fifth Era—Present===
*Remembrance on Mnemosyne
===Eighth Era===
*Silo Library
=Content=
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What you are about to read are the true accounts of the tales in the small town of Lakeview Village.
What a sunny day it was. The sheep bleating, the cows mooing, and the chickens bauwking all in a discordant yet somewhat lulling symphony. He rested against the barn, taking what time he had to doze off, resting from his ever so taxing duties. Then, the lulling that was putting tired Alphonse to sleep was disrupted by the harsh yelling of the town crier, Clyon.
"All hear, all hear! The expidition has returned with minerals and coal!" Groaning, Alph pushed himself up and started to turn to the barn, and started to gather a fifth of the fall's harvest of wheat, pumpkins, and eggs to the bakery.
He loaded it onto his faithful donkey, Fors, and headed over to the village. 
When he entered the bakery, the stony faced baker asked in a surprisingly burly voice, "Hey Alph, what brings you here? Back for another fresh batch of cocoa cookies?" 
Alphonse smiled, but shook his head. "I wanted you to make some pastries for those who have just come back from the mining expedition." He sighed a moment, then continued, "I'll be needing more iron to prepare for the recent increase in monster sightings lately."
Moxy was taken aback, shocked by the news. "When did this start? And why now, of all times? I mean, if I were a zombie or some such, I'd come invade our village during a festival or something."
Alph just chuckled. "Well, monsters aren't known for thier timing. Anywho, can you make the pies?"
Moxy scratched at his beard, nodded, carried away by the talk of monsters. He lead him outside to unload Fors. A few hours later, Moxy had made his special pumpkin pie with a touch of sugar on top, and cocoa bean shaving over the top, to give it a nutty taste. He thanked Moxy and handed him a few pieces. 
"You tell those metalheads to stop by sometime, eh? It gets kinda lonely in this small village." 
And with that, Alph continued off to the Lakeview Metal Exchange to find the three miners, Andrew, Smitty, and Pan, all with their arms as tough as the minerals they mined. Though the same could be said for the entire village, for everyone needed to at least be able to defend themselves should the village be attacked. Alph greeted the three and asked them how their trip was.
"So, how was it guys? Fight any Herobrines on your way back?" He said in a joking way. But this time, the miners took a very solemn face. Alph was quite surprised. 
"They're coming..."
Alph seemed curious at this, and replied, "Who's coming? Found the plans to another ambush?" 
This wasn't uncommon, for sometimes the "Men of the End", called endermen for short, could rally other mobs in a somewhat effective strategy. In any case, mobs moving in a specific pattern could prove quite deadly, and this village isn't ready for another ambush such as that. The three still stayed silent, thinking over what had happened, still in shock.
Another finally spoke up, breaking the silence, "It's more of them. . . Hundreds of them, at least. And at the head, a woman.. Dressed in crimson armor, and nearly destroyed an entire village."
"What!? That's horrible! Do you know how far this was?"
The man was silent a moment, then replied, "About five thousand paces to the south. A three days journey at least. But that isn't the worst part. The woman then flew up, and started wreaking havoc not only on the village, but also on her -own- army.. It's a miracle we survived. We were just about to trade with the village too.. Twas a great loss."
Alph pondered this a moment, thinking aloud, "So, a woman who was able to lead an army of the dead, find a village, and destroy both on her own... A grave threat indeed.. A woman infused with powers of the End perhaps?"
They simply shrugged. "We know not enough about the subject to give ye any solid answers. But if anyone would know, it'd be the old man Thomas. But from too much exposure to the End, it seemed to mess his noggin up a bit." 
Alphonse nodded slowly. He seemed quite intruiged by the subject, yet it was all layered with a thin dread. What would this end up to? His homeland? His friends? His life? He had read one too many stories to know that in a situation such as this, things couldn't end well. Though he shook it off, pushing the thought back into his mind.
"How far is this 'Thomas' from the village?"
One man quickly added, "About two days from the village, but you might be able to get there in one, with a horse. I'm afraid Fors might not get this one." 
And with that, he bid the men goodbye, and headed off to prepare for his trek to old man Thomas to learn more about this mysterious woman. It was not until he got home did he realize he forgot to give the men the pies in exchange for metals. As he examined Fors' cargo, he noticed that someone had replaced the pies with a suit of armor, a blade, and a blanket with unlit torches with provisions. 
He thought about his journey for a minute, and concluded he might need a comrade to aid him in his journey. Though he asked all in the village, they declined due to duty or a sick humor. 
And with that, he went off on a decent steed, Lodin, and headed off to old man Thomas' home. It was a fairly easy
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