The Equality of Light & Dark

We are drifting in and out of time yet again here in this place. We’re no strangers to it, and while this happens we continue to fight our battles, day by day – accepting each defeat that is given to us; retreating with the hopes that one day we will be able to walk away from this all forever – that one day this war will be nothing but a lesson for posterity. We have learned to know nothing but loss here, and while you begin to seek flames of legend we now strive to start our own, against the very shadows that burn whilst marching against us now.

These shadows have grown bold, even during these brighter hours that scream of an era of twilight, that loathe this age of shadows. And now that the sun is dimming across this grand scape, they too know of a nighter much darker than the ages have seen – for it is then that a bend within this reality must take place to force the fates that must be made to finally settle in. Everything is like a blur to me now, I can feel the pain, suffering, yet see the hope and a newer light every now and then as beacons call out to me. 

Though I know that all of this must take place again, for as the cycles make their way in again – only one trial remains. My acceptance towards such potential sinister outcomes has now hit me like the same tidal waves which swept away all I once knew and held close. And though I will fight these battles and continue my place in this war – I will soon no longer be binded to the chains that has been forced upon me, nor will I accept to be held down by the darkened forces whose power dwarfs us to greatly. For I am the fallen. 

Prelude

Such a strange time that we dwell in now, you now at the forefront of your own crusade and the pain in your heart pierces like it never has before, your very soul burning full of desires that the shadows have once stole, and now I seem to find myself in seemingly the same position. It is a grand place here, this scape seems to be of infinite and never ending land, though, the shadows that march here seem to span even further – how that is even possible I have yet to find out. But it is with all of this in mind that I prepare myself for the violence that is yet to ensue once again, and these skies have begun to turn of a shade much more sinister than the blackness of the shadows that burn across these lands now.

Now I can see the hope fleeting from your core, I can see the fear fading from your mind, whilst all at the same time I can see the acceptance of a Fate all too familiar beginning to make it’s way in. The fates that dwell throughout this place also speak of an end to me that is wrapped up with lies and cycles, a sinister course with a hidden promise of what I have been searching for – but who now can I even bare to trust? Those who once proved to be close have long since been devoured by the seas, and those who would rise from the ashes of dark nights and early trials have now started to fade, fade much faster than I am able to reach them.

I now walk within a path of shadows, a trial that spews nothing but vicious memories, echoes of failures, and trials much more difficult than any I have once faced before. It bestows upon me a time in Twilight where all I had once fled from is brought to the forefront, where all I once fled from has now joined the army in which we are actively fighting against now. It is this very path that seeks to bring about a night that seeks to bring an end to all things, a fate which I have resisted for so long. It longs to see my dreams fade, and nothing but the void to replace them.

A Burning Shadow, The Fading Soul

These trying day’s are now on their last breaths, for as this war wages on within these grand scapes, so does a fading which has now begun to take place. For while it is still unknown to me and my nature, I know you knew more about it that I probably would have liked. You have retreated back to core and now soon you seek to vanish into the being you once more, as you reconnect with the longing in which you’ve suppressed for oh so long.

My weapons have now begun to dull here, for the various enemies I have slain throughout all of this time has not only taken a toll of my weakened and tired heart, but also on the very tools which were made to keep me safe.  And now, as we begun to march upon the shadows which have spread violent flames throughout this place, I now see that the violent rays beaming from skies above seek to start chaos of their own. Though we may be in this war and this age of shadows as a whole, I still am a lone traveler. I still seek stars that hide from the normal eye, and I still long to reach that bend, that drift that shall provide me with the answers that I seek. I still dream of dangerous cycles and past exiles which have shakened the very foundation I had once built myself on.

But now, a shift which feels oh so familiar, yet at the same time much more sinister, much more foreign has begun to settle in. It is a shift that speaks of burning shadows of the past that will start fires which will lead me to the end. It is a shift that knows how with every passing hour I wander, the further I wander from who we were meant to become. The failures of the past have now begun to latch to me, it is a plague of this place, and now I can hear the echoes once more calling out to me. And now, though there is acceptance in the Fates that very well beckon over me, there is also desperation, a last hope, for a line that will lead me to where I long to be.

The Path of Shadows

Right now, I am seeking refuge, in a place and during a state that is so familiar of the past – that I cannot help but feel like this is nothing but the cycles work once again. But it is far from that, rather, I believe this is all work of none other than myself, this time around. I cannot physically nor mentally remove myself from the state of war that we are on in right now. It does not matter how far into my mind I may journey, it does not matter how high in perspective nor conciseness I may go – the war is always there. This war is much more sinister than the Dark Day’s of eras past, or the struggle and strife which swept through my entire being within Cavern walls. But at the same time, it is what I believe to be the final product of what was to follow the exile which followed grand and towering Castles.

I now, sit here in solitude. You have long since been gone, though even still I ponder about when I will seek to tamper with timelines once again to gain the answers that I seek. And now another, what was perhaps one of the last of lifelines the universe would provide to me, may be fading away quicker than I can return Though, a sacrifice it had to be. And so now, all is as it should be. All is all that it once was before, long before all of this mess occurred. Long before the Cavern Walls, long before new lights within vast plains, all before the land of Castles which cast exile upon me. All before it all. But even before this all, there was one desire which sought me out, one desire that still remains a constant, despite where I’ve been lead today, and that desire still burns – much like the shadows that wage war against us now during this age of shadows.

Time after time, I ponder if I am worthy of this flesh, or perhaps at one point in time this flesh was not worthy for me. Had it served me? Or since my creation has it held me bound to a time much more disastrous and more chaotic than anything I have ever known – binding like shackles to the earth. I know there are bends and shadows which I have not even begun to dream of reaching – for in order for me reach these heights would require a drifting much more dangerous than what had lead me off lines course in the distant past. In the past we hid from shadows, and now we embark upon them. The echoes while vigorous and dangerous in nature seem to be our only refuge – for when we are injured we look to them, for when we are down are stare upon them, for when we reach our ends we reverberate to them.  Though despite this all, both Shadows and Echoes have become enemies of mine alike, enemies I must now confront to win this war, enemies that may very well bring about my end. 

The Coming Flames

To all of us who continue to roam these great and vast scapes – we know not of why the ever-so fading, yet at the same time, violent light which rages on within these skies, now piercing these lands. These skies in and of themselves have become the very epitome of this age that has swept over us all, quietly and quickly. Now, I am no fool. I can see whilst you rest and seek to return to what you once were, you crave this very violent light that is now jeopardizing the path that I tread. A light that for some time, has been so forbidden here, until we stopped running, until we began fighting. Now, I am not going to sit here and begin preaching of prophecies and secrets of what has been said to come, but I do know that the skies above to not lie, and the shadows within have been screaming truths that we are all much to ashamed to admit to.

It is with this very dangerous state of cognitive dissonance, that this age was brought about all in the first place; and now, here you are reaching out for a lifeline that has not yet even been extended, here you are thinking flickering thoughts of flares and embers leading to something much more sinister, something much more great, but sinister. I know just like before, when the fates had begun to first settle in – the void began to find itself within you, it began to plant it’s seeds quietly, without you knowing. And now, since the day’s of the trials, that parenting void has vanished, been erased by the remaining light of hope that resides within you, that light of hope that has begun to fade once more. What you feel now is nothing more than the very void that has been present ever since the fall, yet a multiplied void, a void partnered with echoes and shadows of darker timelines.

Now as you make your way back to the base of who you are, and as you continue from there to start embers in hopes of fulfilling these long lost aspirations, know that you must tame this great force you seek to withhold, for otherwise it will surely tame you, bending you to it’s will. Know that as these skies become more and more sinister with each passing day, that it is all the signs one could wish for, when it comes to signaling the end. For as the fates begin extending their reach closer to these grounds, you begin to work faster, to extend what life you may have left to you, before a much darker night begins to settle in.

Intro the Trilogy

During these times of conflict and war I have felt the need to take cover, the need to step away from this battlefield, the need to continue to traverse while at the same time fighting the great fight that stands before me now. The war of trials that has now since unfolded across these grand scapes, is a war on many fronts. It’s giant hand has seized control of much I have yet to know, and the few things that I still dream of till this day. The whispers speak words of truth when they say that the end is here, when they say this will all be over soon – however they are never at will to tell when it shall all take place.

The violent light that I remember so clearly that once pierced across plains, spilling out a path to a more promising land, a more grander land, a land of Castles; has now seemingly began to make it’s return. Although, it is different now, it is more mature in it’s violence, it’s strikes more organized, and the shadows it leaves behind more sinister than they have ever been. For I have said it before with the intent to make it clear – this is the age of shadows, and escaping it I cannot do. But the journey that takes place now is not one of denying the darkness and troubles that are rapidly speeding towards my way, but instead a journey of what will take place when these forces clash with me, when a morphing and unfolding in the sky begins once again and reminds of a fate I still cannot shake.

I know not of your true intentions while you seek to start this fire, with the hopes of it to burn ever so brightly. I know you stand to close whilst you try to ignite the flame, ignorant of what pain it can bring, while at the same time what immense light it can provide to light the darkened path that we all fear to walk, the path that ultimately keeps us all at bay, keeps us wondering what in fact would truly happen if one day all of these memories just went away. For now, instead of cherishing the memories the coming of this light wishes for me to remember, I have instead begun to remember the secrets and whispers these winds are telling me, with hopes that I can find what I have been searching for – before this time runs out.

All I Know Is War

These trials that have extended beyond my very reach have proven time and time again to take a violent toll on my body. A violent toll on all that I am.  For the longest time, I have sought to get the upper hand, but alas – my strengths and smarts, will, and wisdom have proven to be inefficient during these trying times. And it is with this that a war wages on.

The Fates that await me are none like I have ever seen in the past. These Fates speak of ends and a new life. They speak of the arrival of the last day’s and the burning of an Age of Shadows. I am no fool, I can too see the shiftings within the sky once again. They have no begun to rustle gently, yet with potential and will like an ember; and soon they will bestow their very wrath across these grand scapes – along with the Shadows that are now waiting to join this war once more, a new type of shadow.

For the longest time, this is all I have known. A fight that is far from mine alone, yet I feel as if I am the only one fighting it. A fight that seeks to take on the entire world, yet only a handful are leading the few of the army towards the battlefield. It is true, I cannot seem to grasp the magnitude of the darkness that is preparing to descend during this age, I cannot seem to grasp the depths of ends that these Fates seek to bestow upon me, but somehow – acceptance still remains. However, I have now begun to fight vigilantly, and violently, seemingly able to channel some strange and mysterious hate of ages past. Hate that was perhaps birthed during a simpler time, or perhaps during the exile I know all to well. Regardless of it’s origin, it is now that I must gather all the strength I have that is left along with any shred of hope remaining, and multiply it, extending it – much like the Trials that have plagued since my Fate was seemingly sealed.

I know not of what shall become of me once these skies wash over these lands, but what I do know is war, and how much this fight here shall continue to rage on, worsening with every passing hour. For all I can see when I close my eyes is war, it is all I know, it is all I can feel, it seeks to consume me with every passing second, like a disease, a sickness. I have not found my way out, however this is no time to flee. I know the light that burns violently from within like a flame wad stolen many times, by shadows that seek to claim fragments of me as their own. But now I too, must push back harder.

Of Failure & BattleCry’s

As I have said time and time again, this is the Age of Shadows. A time in where wanderers like me are hunted by the fates and forces that seek to erase those much too conflicted, much to strange in their ways to continue throughout the path. While I feel that not all of these things are the embodiment of me, I do know very well that there is a fragment that lies far within that is this embodiment, and thus I am hunted. With each passing day, this war has been ever growing, for ever since the peak of the dawn the amount of shadows that have risen are of numbers that I cannot even conceive. And while I have been fortunate to withhold myself from being consumed, I sense that soon I will no longer have any other option but to accept defeat.

The day’s of Trials are now long behind us. With now, the only trial presenting itself to us now is the survival of such chaos that now washes across these grand scapes. These scapes that now look to catch fire within various corners and edges, and soon it will spread, and soon it destroy – much like the flares that were ignited within me, but seer at a painful and slow pace. Perhaps I will lay my head here to rest, perhaps I will be swallowed by the forces that have hunted me for so long – long before the Cavern Walls.

For at this time, I cannot touch these Shadows; while there presence surely haunts my soul and weakens me to my knees – the most I can do is run and set fires across the paths and trails that follow me, thus I cannot be caught. But soon, a victor must be crowned in this war, and even sooner I must begin to fight back. For a Twilight stronger than what I had set eyes upon during the hours before Castles soon awaits us all. A violent twilight which dreams of leaving us at it’s peak for a breed of darkness much more sinister than anything the depth of hell could craft. So it is with this in mind that I take my failures and shortcomings to heart – whilst knowing the end is quickly nearing with every passing day. For no road goes on for an eternity.

Sacrifices & Artifacts

In this moment things have begun to become dangerous once again. For as battles of a trial that is awaiting to dispel Fates continues to wage on, there is part of me that is forced to sit and watch, bear witness to the violent and blinding darkness that sweeps over this place, for this Age brings upon us all a darkness that dispels all hope.  I know that without my heart I would not have made it this far, and I know that during the days in which I lost it – ultimately taught me the strength to find my own way, the strength to continue dreaming once all was ripped away.

But during these sinister times of trials, wars, and fates – I know that the strength I have gathered up over the years, over the eras is no match for the shadows that in which now walk upon these lands. For this is there time in history, many of us fun from them, and very few of us stay to fight. 

I know soon, I will reach the peak of this extended trial and the ultimate sacrifices will have to be made, sacrifices that will ultimately bring upon a new age of fire, burns, and scars that may mold me into something worthy enough to take on the shadows I have run from for so long. For I have had the dreams of a brighter light, a more gentle light, in a more peaceful life. But alas, those are none but dreams – and the 7th sleep has long since met it’s fate. With that in mind, I know what awaits is the gathering of what strength still lies dormant from within, and what hope and peace remains in my heart after all that will soon be lost. 

For I knew all of this was to happen again, though, in what form I was never told. 

The Flame

The loving, yet mysterious light that had once graced these lands have long faded – for now fires that spread across thousands of skies now light these grounds where blood is so violently shed. Innocence here, has been destroyed and exposed for the lives that seek to live in peace and harmony are larger inconveniences for those who much towards secrets. Now perhaps it’s true what darker knights have told me; that in time, you are bound to become like them – for every sun must soon set, only then will in it’s rest will it truly meet the darkness. But even I, isolated here within these scapes much larger than the lands in my dreams – feel like I have no place to run, no place to ultimately hide from the trials that have truly begun.

The age which has now arrived is one where the flames must be ignited below, for things much more sinister than anything we’ve ever known have now joined forces and will soon devour us whole. Perhaps to say we’ve known no trial until now would be foolish, but a darkness of this caliber has me visioning a fear I’d never imagined I’d know; a fall much further than that of the Caverns collapse, an exile much longer than that of the place of Castles, an abandonment much colder than what took place on empty platforms, a sea much darker, much more violent than of those I’ve seen.

But as these Trials unfold, and as the panic creeps it’s way’s in, I hold my eyes focused for visions, and ears keened for a direction in this vast place; for like never before, every passing hour is crucial, any could be our last, and it is with this in mind that I press on with the intent to use all that I have remaining.

Lords & Landscapes