Once upon a time, a bard borrowed a horse from a witch, a nice but insecure witch the
bard had known for many years.
There was a performance in a nearby town, and the bard needed travel.
The horse was old and weak, but reliable in his past.
On the way home from a joyful show, in the darkest air, amongst the tallest pines, the
horse was having a hard time breathing.
The bard stopped to give the horse a break.
The horse looked deep into the bard's eyes, fell over sideways, and died.
The bard stood and stared into the darkest night, for home was an hour away by horse,
but many, many hours away by foot.
The bard stepped forward, barely seeing the path ahead, as wolves howled from unseen places.
The bard stepped forward, running, cantering, faster and faster.
The bard whispered, oh night angels, help me, and with an eternal, magical wand, a pitter-pat
of sound rose from behind the bard, louder and louder, and spoke with a gown.
The bard froze with uncertainty, and turned to an empty carriage, with a bright green
lantern and orange flame.
The carriage halted next to the bard, and spoke.
This is the Green Lantern Eponymy.
Call upon it any time you need a ride home.