A little piece of Ö: Nothing and the fenfire

Nothing and the fenfire
On cold Nights when bitter winds sweep across the swamplands, and the people huddle in their huts for safety and comfort, grandmas tell stories to keep the children calm. One such tale often told speaks of a creature of the Other world, Skuuga, where the scheming and devious Wurms live, and send out their minions to do their bidding. When the children hear clomping and stomping in the muddy swamp, the mothers tell of Nothing, a wurmspawn known to the parts that come everytime Night falls, and come close to the village. The first few times they feared they would lose a few of the parish, but instead, they found the next day darker still, as he had taken some of their hungriest fenfires, eaters of darkness, used to keep track of where the walkways are on cloudy days. He has never harmed a soul, but still people cannot help but wonder what the Nightened ones would want to do with their little lights, and how important it is if they send one of their own blood?