Le Nain Rouge

Along the narrow strait where the great waters meet, long before any fort rose on its banks, the land held its own memory. The Anishinaabe peoples had moved with the seasons, fished its currents, and spoken with its spirits for generations beyond counting.
Then came the strangers in 1701, bearing flags and ambitions, founding a place they called Fort Pontchartrain du Détroit. Among them walked Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac, a man of vision and iron will.
A seer in Quebec had warned him of a small red being that must be appeased with respect. Cadillac paid the words little mind. One evening, as he walked the riverbank, a figure no taller than a child stepped from the dusk. Its face burned crimson, eyes glinting like cold embers that froze rather than warmed, mouth split in a grin of needle teeth. It barred his path. Cadillac raised his cane and struck. “Get out of my way, you red imp!”
The creature vanished into the gathering dark, but the strait itself seemed to shudder. From that moment, the shadow fell across the settlement. Some say the being was born of old Norman tales of lutins, mischievous household spirits twisted by the crossing of oceans.
 
Others whisper it carried echoes of deeper land guardians awakened by the clash of worlds: an impish offspring of older powers, or a syncretic sentinel born when one people’s stories met another’s. Whatever its true face, it became the Nain Rouge, the Red Dwarf, the Demon of the Strait, and its laughter began to precede ruin.
Sources
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nain_Rouge
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