The Dawn of Eternal Night

Scilia watches as sunlight licks the edge of the horizon, barely a hint of it's shining glory dancing across these dark, cold lands, as winter fast approaches. An elder of The Veil, stood beside her, can only shake his head.
 
"Not a good time to be having a young one, Scilia. They will only know strife."
 
He sighs, sparing one last glance at her, eyes flickering down, grimacing at her pregnant stomach. But he says no more, retreating back into The Veil. The village, behind her is filled with dozens of people, scrambling to gather as much food, drink, and wood that they can spare, almost on the verge of looting one another in desperation, to save themselves and their family, only kept in check by the few hunters that remain in the village.
Her husband hadn't yet returned from his own hunting trip. They had always understood that hunting in the northern wastes of the tundra was deadly, but necessary. Even still, hope remains within her that he will return before the Long Night begins. He has to.
 
He promised.
 
As the final flickers of golden sun disappear, Scilia slowly stands, retreating indoors, closing the door behind her, locking out the cold.