As he was used to do every night before sleep, one night the Merchant told Nour one more tale so she could fall into her dreams. “Have I ever told you ‘the tale of how the Moon became the Moon’?”, the Merchant asked.
“I don’t think so”, the wolf replied.
So the Merchant closed his eyes and began to tell the tale. “Once upon a time there was a little girl, named Hilal. She was ten years old and she was sick and not growing like any other girl her age. She lived in the Forests of the North, where the sun is too weak to warm the soil and the skin. Hilal was always very pale, so pale she barely looked human to those around her. Her father and mother kept her locked at home, afraid that she was too ill and fragile for the cold Norther days.
One day a Witch knocked at their door. She said she knew a way to help Hilal heal from her sickness so she could grow full and healthy, and she could be forever free. The parents listened carefully to what the witch said and decided to try.
A day of mid summer the parents brought Hilal to the forest and told her to sit still under the sun.
The heat of the sun rays started to burn her fragile skin and in just few seconds the young girl had completely vanished from the rock on which she was sitting.
The parents cried in despair, they had listened to an evil witch and convicted their daughter to be burned alive. But as soon as their eyes turned to the sky there she was, along with the sun and all other celestial bodies, Hilal was shining of her own beautiful pale light and, this time, she was growing.