On the fifth day, the King learned of the return of the final Savior, if you could still call what returned a Savior or even a person. Like the others before him, he was found at the water's edge, half drowned and fully out of mind. What words he did speak were none anyone had ever heard before.
The King demanded the final Savior be brought before him. When guards entered the audience hall some time later, what they carried between them had the shape of a man, but whatever essence makes a person different from a statue was gone. Gone was the glow behind his eyes, replaced with a frightened empty stare; gone was the warm glow of his skin, replaced by the color of parchment streaked with blue veins; gone was love, and passion, and exuberance, and all the other intangibles we only truly see when they are no longer there.
"Savior," the King rose as he spoke: "what word have you of the search for my daughter?" At first, the Savior did not move. Then, just when the King was about to ask again, his mouth twitched and stretched and deformed into a lopsided grind. "Luna" he said. And again, "Luna. Luna. LUNA!" yelling the words, then crumbling into a sobbing pile on the floor. "I am sorry my Lord," the Chief Guard stepped forward. "The Savior has lost his mind. When questioned, he speaks a foreign tongue even our most learned scholars have never heard. Then he shouts for Luna and cries."
"What of my daughter, the Princess? What has he said about her?" the King responded, peril painting itself on his face. "Nothing, my Lord" said the Chief Guard, "With the last Savior went our last hope. She is lost to us."
The King stormed across the hall grabbing the Savior by his shoulders and shaking him as he screamed into his face: "What happened to you? What happened to my daughter? What made you this way?" The Chief Guard laid a hand on the King's shoulder and said "Luna drove him mad. Luna stole the Princess and is now driving anyone who set out to find her mad."
"This cannot stand!" the King exclaimed as he let go the last Savior and let him fall to the floor. "This cannot happen! I forbid it! What happened to my daughter, the Princess and future of my kingdom, cannot happen again. Chief Guard, let it be known that form this day, nobody can be in the presence of Luna. Anyone who sees Luna must be assumed mad and immediately confined. Luna has brought evil to this world, and it is my job as King to protect my people from evil. Let it be known Luna is no more!"
The loss of the Princess and the banning of Luna brought hard times on King and country. Once considered a trusted trading partner, neighboring countries now steered well clear of the "Madlands". The banning of Luna meant work was done in odd shifts that ignored the natural rhythms of day and night, and the laws banning anyone being in the presence of Luna applied to visitors as much as citizens making any trade all but impossible. It looked as though the country would soon be lost.
Then one day, during peak ban time, a man from a land far away appeared, walking boldly down Broadway toward the castle. Though nobody was allowed outside during ban time, many had cut small holes in their shutters to keep tabs on the goings on, or lack thereof. News of the man spread fast, shouted from house to house through walls and shuttered windows, and as he walked down the street descriptions painted a vivid picture.
"He's carrying a sail, held up by wooden poles strapped to a belt around his waist!"
"As he turns, the angle of the sail shifts to always shield him from Luna!"
"He is clearly not mad. He's smiling and waving at us through our shuttered windows!"
"He calls himself the Sailmaker!"