Written by Clive Pearce, Illustrated by Bronwen Lewis
Many years’ earlier Wales had been cursed by the evil Dream Catcher.
He had once been promised the pure thoughts and dreams of ten Welsh children. These dreams would lighten his gloomy, dreary world and make his sad life sparkle again.
In return he pledged to give Wales hills and mountains, rivers and lakes, cliffs and beaches; in fact all the natural beauty that you can still see here today.
The deal was signed by the Elders of Wales on a golden tablet hewn from the mines of the north.
And the Dream Catcher made good his promise.
Using all his powers with spells and wizardry he transformed the country, giving Wales breathtaking, natural beauty beyond imaginings.
And after all his efforts and creations, the Dream Catcher summoned the elders to his home, in the dark depths of deep, deep underground to claim his reward.
But the Elders knew that the Dream Catcher would never again have the power to take away all he had created unless he was given the dreams of their children.
So the Elders refused.
Furious at this betrayal, the Dream Catcher used the little power he had left to curse the whole of Wales and shatter the golden tablet into a thousand pieces.
And so it was that from twelve midnight each night, complete darkness would engulf the country. No star would shine, no candle would flicker, no house could show any light and no person was allowed to wander the streets until the sun rose once more in the morning.
Much, much worse than the darkness though, was that during the twelve chimes to midnight the Dream Catcher would roam the land and steal the dreams and memories of anyone who was still awake during that brief, critical time.