the gloaming (a draft).
they say things change in the dark. the dark, feared since the dawn of men, as the sun falls below the line of the horizon and the starlit void beyond is unfolded in the sky. elemental balance, said the god who created the night, darkness to be the counterpart of the light that heralds life in its brilliance and warmth.
it is said that the creation of the night - and everything it implied - brought the war between the gods, the twilight of the world. truth be told, darkness is not the perfect counterpart of light, for light includes a part of darkness already, by casting shadows. darkness, however, is different than shadows - these are only cast under the light, as if the goddess wanted us to remember that we always have a darker side that sometimes is revealed. but darkness thrives for itself, feeds on itself, endures by itself. in darkness, there is no light and as such, in darkness, no shadow can exist.
darkness brought death to the world. and eventually it brought the war that nearly made it collapse. we sided with the forces of light and fought hard against the demons, against the horrors unleashed by the dark god. we rejoiced with our victories and suffered with our defeats. we conquered land with our own blood, and spilled demonic blood with the tip of our spears. we lost land and lifes to their massive onslaughts. but we pressed on. we always pressed on. until the moment when everything seemed lost, and the dark god made it all stop by confronting the light goddess. by killing each other, they brought us peace. a tenuous piece, in a world forever changed. forever ravaged.
with time, many wounds were healed. but not all. half of the known world was gone, either wasted by the gods' deadly sway or sank below the oceans in the last attempt to make things right. and in the half that remained... some wounds went on bleeding. most of the surviving nations ignored them - either because they were so far away, or because they were too busy fighting among themselves. as ever.
so we took into our hands the task of cleansing the remaining darkness. and there we went, to the distant south. we made our home among the ashes and the trees that remained. we crawled on stagnant water. and we vanished from the rest of the world, hiding in the shadow, ultimately becoming shadows ourselves. shadows of what we once were. shadows to fight the darkness, and the horrors that crawled in the land of eternal gloaming.
(...)
it is said that the creation of the night - and everything it implied - brought the war between the gods, the twilight of the world. truth be told, darkness is not the perfect counterpart of light, for light includes a part of darkness already, by casting shadows. darkness, however, is different than shadows - these are only cast under the light, as if the goddess wanted us to remember that we always have a darker side that sometimes is revealed. but darkness thrives for itself, feeds on itself, endures by itself. in darkness, there is no light and as such, in darkness, no shadow can exist.
darkness brought death to the world. and eventually it brought the war that nearly made it collapse. we sided with the forces of light and fought hard against the demons, against the horrors unleashed by the dark god. we rejoiced with our victories and suffered with our defeats. we conquered land with our own blood, and spilled demonic blood with the tip of our spears. we lost land and lifes to their massive onslaughts. but we pressed on. we always pressed on. until the moment when everything seemed lost, and the dark god made it all stop by confronting the light goddess. by killing each other, they brought us peace. a tenuous piece, in a world forever changed. forever ravaged.
with time, many wounds were healed. but not all. half of the known world was gone, either wasted by the gods' deadly sway or sank below the oceans in the last attempt to make things right. and in the half that remained... some wounds went on bleeding. most of the surviving nations ignored them - either because they were so far away, or because they were too busy fighting among themselves. as ever.
so we took into our hands the task of cleansing the remaining darkness. and there we went, to the distant south. we made our home among the ashes and the trees that remained. we crawled on stagnant water. and we vanished from the rest of the world, hiding in the shadow, ultimately becoming shadows ourselves. shadows of what we once were. shadows to fight the darkness, and the horrors that crawled in the land of eternal gloaming.
(...)
- eren shadowfall
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