It was the festival of the blood moon. A sacred holiday in honour of the great maple goddess, celebrated when the second of three moons that graced Gardyan’s nightly sky was seen in full state. This was only the case once a year and when it happened, unbridled instincts drove the children of the world maple. Their blood boiled under the oath their creator had once sworn. Her flesh would turn to wood, her fiery red hair to ruby maple leaves, so that she could forever watch ove