Some of you will have seen some of this before. Give me another year and I might write some more, although I have no idea where it's going, which always helps in these things I suppose. It's vague enough to encourage the imagination though, I think. Anyways. read on, if you like.
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The New Darkness...
As the shadows began to lay their wary paths across the Arconian terrain, so the profound obscurity of darkness began to envelop all who had ventured out. No longer had they the resonant clarity of the sunlight hours, no more the bustling activity of the day to shield them from their own worst thoughts and fears. The silence of this night incited an uncompromising awareness in all, although the intensity of their senses was dulled by the unnatural stillness that surrounded them until the emergence of first-light.
In the day that followed, the Arconian people went about their business. Nothing out of the ordinary was mentioned, no one spoke of their fearful uncertainties, preferring to keep them in the secluded isolation of the individual minds in which they dwelled; but this was far from over. Those who held such thoughts within, those who had experienced the almost supernatural tranquillity of the previous hours of darkness, they knew that something was different in the kingdom. Something ambiguous, indistinguishable yet unyielding prowled within them. Each who knew these thoughts, each who had met with the shadows on that night, knew of no others who shared their anxiety about the impeding conclusion of the day.
Together, each of them was alone.
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Many days had past for the shadows’ chosen few. With every daybreak was conveyed a new beginning, an enhanced perspective on all that had come about. This brought no solace. In the search for reassurance, each had struggled to consider all that had occurred, striving to uncover the facts that would lead their restless minds to contented resolution. There seemed to be no facts, it was as if no truth could ever be disclosed on the daunting presence in the Kingdom on that night. There were no events that could be recalled; so they remained, uneasy in their minds’ relentlessly toiling existence until the new darkness returned - and it did return.
Although not immediately, and not for some time. Life had moved on, the fateful terror that had been experienced was long forgotten, the memories compressed into some ill-frequented corner of the mind, and a new generation had grown amongst the Kingdom. For the few who had known the almost deafening silence of the new darkness, life had become quite prosperous. Their crops had grown well despite little attention; the businesses they owned had grown with equal abandon and there was much to be celebrated within their families.
The land and the ways of the Kingdom, and the spirits and the shadows had been good to the few. Thus their children, now young adults, knew only this affluent world. Growing up into this wealth of happiness and material things proved a mixed blessing; all were strong-bodied, healthy and knowledgeable. Each had a thousand successes behind them and, it seemed, a million more ahead. How they might react when faced with something else, disappointment, failure, collapse, destruction… when faced with bitter, unnatural, noiseless terror, no one knew. For all these things were forgotten...
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