by Shkar Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:58 amPrelude to Darkness
It was with a heart filled with dread that he set forth into the darkness. It had always seemed too imposing, too threatening; as if the void itself wanted to swallow him whole. And yet he had no choice but to grasp his courage and continue on. His allies claimed they had found a way to intensify their connection to the Great Light, yet he knew it would not be enough. It couldn’t be. Their foes were too numerous, too powerful; they could barely fortify a single region of land from the might of the fierce beasts, and the world was a wide place. Even from their mountain, they could see for a great distance.
No, if an answer was to be found, it was not to be found in the light which so barely broke its way through the sky. Indeed, it wasn’t until they had fought their way to the Swamp that they learned that the light was a great flame above. Or at least, so said the witches in caves; personally, he felt the fire-weavers weren’t quite right in the head. Still, he would allow his friend to pursue his vision of a great flame. He could not deny his friend hope, and any chance was better than none. But he knew that even if the journey was completed, it could not be enough.
But he had to try something, even if the very thought such action shook him to the core of his being. He had never articulated it, but he had always sensed an enormous “weight” in the world beneath his feet. A constant pressure at the back of his mind, as if something were waiting for him. Instinctively he knew that what he sensed might turn the tide of battle, so he had no choice but to stride on.
Girding himself, Manus began his sojourn into the darkness.
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