The Falling Sky (event)
I am roused from my sleep by the sounds of panicked screams. As I leave my bedchamber, courtiers and servants in their night gowns frantically run to and fro, seemingly oblivious to me and my inquiries as to what is going on. I notice that they are clustering on a balcony, looking at something in the sky.
Gazing up, it is immediately apparent that something strange is afoot. A large, dark shape overhead seems to have blotted out a portion of the starry sky.
I nearly faint when I realize what it is.
Holy mother of -