::@:: Reality of Dreams ::@::

Randomly wrote this today, should balance the stupidity of my last post.

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I still see the darkness with its arms outstretched across my land. A land that once teamed with life and those I loved. In the shadows I can see their fallen spirits litter the land, their hollow souls now nothing. The wind is stale and warm, the sun has long since left these shores yet the air is a hot as the hottest summer days. The once mighty rivers of the land, now are black pits devoid of life. I am alone in this land, yet, that is not true, there are the others.

They are creatures, beasts that rose up at the time of the darkness, hideous monsters that devoured those who survived in the shadows. I however endured, not because I am blessed, but rather because I am cursed. I should have died many years ago, long before the darkness took this land but I did not. Ever since that day I have lived in the knowledge of my curse that I shall not age, nor can I die until the fate I am destined to in accomplished. I thought for many seasons that this curse was in fact a blessing that was until my wife grew old and died. The village had grown to fear me and they welled up in anger against me and cast me out. Ever since I have wondered these lands living where I can but always moving on before other became wary of me.

Eventually however I fell in love again, she did not care about my curse, we grew close and even had a family. We lived in the wilds near enough larger towns that many would not notice me. Then the darkness came and the towns burned to ash. The wilds and woods reduced to barren rock and scorched dirt. I had to watch as my family was taken from me by the shadows, their bodies destroyed in a moment of darkness and flame. The darkness came for me, its evil trying to consume me, destroy me, my body and mind burned in hellish agony and yet was not consumed.

It seemed like months passed in the darkness, in truth I have no idea how long it was I was in the shadows. Eventually however I was left, alive as always, left in the cinders of my home, my family dead. It was then that I saw their spirits, ethereal, almost invisible. I tried to call to them, to gain their attention, but they could not see, nor hear me. I wondered the lands for what seemed like an eternity being regularly attacked by the beasts of this scorched land. After a while they grew to fear me as they could not kill me nor taste my flesh.

Alone I sit and wait, the maidens who cursed me into this hell have abandoned me to a personal eternal torment. I tried to use my time, I have tried to find out about the darkness, what it was, why it did what it did. I have no answers yet, but I have an eternity to seek the answers and watch as this land starts again. I sit beside what remains of the oldest and largest tree I once knew. I sit and in the darkness, in the death, there is life. For if one green sprouting plant can survive then perhaps one day this land will live again.