I dream of Polar night

Charon was a brave little kid - when Osprey had been his age, she had felt a lot more afraid and insecure than she had admitted. Living with rowdy boys forced her to appear tough, even, when she felt like running for the hills. And the dark of the night was one of the things that she still feared a bit, because it was that time of the day, when creatures that had lied hidden from the light, were leaving their huts, nests and dens to prowl around and do their deeds - good or bad - that was up to them. Part of her knew, that this probably wasn't true, but the other held to this fascinating idea. Therefore she always had a healthy amount of fear not to go outside at night, if there was no need for that.

"Nah, not scary darkness stories," Osprey shook her head. She had some really good ones with lots of blood, screaming and bad endings, but she didn't want to terrify the kid and later try to explain herself of why was it so to the angry parents. "Have you ever heard about trolls?" she asked him.