The Lady, The Rabbit, And The Moon

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The Lady, The Rabbit, And The Moon
Author Pilye’iea Yajenseth
Genre Fictional Prose
Accessibility Specialized Knowledge


“The Lady, The Rabbit, And The Moon” was transcribed from oral tradition by Pilye’iea Yajenseth, though it is not her own original work. Yajenseth’s is regarded as the “official” version and is a combination of several regional variations of a legend about Ceá’llë-maenë. It is a tale favored by worshipers of the Martyr of Respite and Salvation from Estel's Pantheon. Its bittersweet, richly-detailed nature makes it a beloved piece among scholars and children alike. It is an easily accessed story and frequently repeated by Cae’ll worshippers.

The Lady, The Rabbit, And The Moon

It was a quiet night, with a gentle breeze that was neither warm, nor cold. The perfume of an extinguished scented candle clung to long, blonde hair that shimmered in the moonlight. Light eyes shimmered with deep love, hope, and sorrow for her flock. She overlooked a collection of hazy, flickering lights from her hilltop perch, and let out a single heartbroken sob.

The woman vanished, and in her place was a snow white rabbit. It scampered gracefully down the dewy, green hill into the purple night. Its fur shimmered with a golden luster in the light of the Altalar settlement as she approached.

The beautiful creature ducked and weaved through towering and angry Elves, until it spotted the source of the conflict: A haggard, woeful young Elf in chains. In Imperial Elven, judgement rained down. A death sentence. She knew immediately of his innocence.

Through the night of fire and fright, she trailed after the prisoner, allowing him to spot her, and imagining he felt some sort of hope. After he was shoved roughly into his cell, the little rabbit squeezed through the bars. It transformed into an exquisite woman in a snow white dress. She touched his cheek, and he looked up, gasping. Her radiance illuminated the rusted, dingy cell. Her compassion nourished his weary soul.

“Cae’ll-maen!” He cried.

She closed her eyes, still touching his cheek in concentration. He felt, suddenly, impervious and gilded, and drifted into a peaceful, healing sleep. Upon opening his eyes, he saw the woman in white being lead away, the door to his cell wide open. She carried herself with poise and peace, never looking back at him. He stood, mouth agape, as the guards handled her as roughly as they had handled him. He walked free. Nobody batted an eye.

Her execution was ceremonious. Rites were read to her, the rites that were meant for him. He watched with pleading, silent gratitude as she took his place, with her blonde hair brilliantly reflective in the sun. She knelt in the dirt, somehow still the very picture of beauty and elegance. He turned away.

A cruel, snapping noise pierced the air, and he gasped. It was over. He was overtaken with grief of the highest and most wholesome order. He ran to the temple, throwing himself at her statue. He wept feral, ugly tears, until he felt a familiar, warm touch. She nodded to him, once, and faded into nothing.


  • In some variations, Caell’maen transforms into a pure white fox instead of a rabbit.
  • Many aspiring priests are surprised when they are tasked by more senior members of the clergy with reading a children’s tale, but many groups of Salvation worshipers consider this story to be essential literature.

Writers InDogsWeTrust
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Processors HydraLana, Enkiduu, JennaLikesCoffee
Last Editor HydraLana on 07/7/2018.

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