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Shadey - Mar 11th 2018 20:18

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Up in the high hills were the sky is no longer a shining blue but a dull purple. A bruise in the sky, a reminder...That the world is no longer what it once was. The sun rarely shined anymore and every person. Living or dead. Walked among the earth.

Some saw it as a blessing. Their lives were no longer in the light of question, of whether or not we where here for a purpose or if we were just a flickering flame. Insignificant compared to the whole of the universe, and once that flame was snuffed out. It would be nothing. But no more. No more do we question if that strange light was a trick of an old camera lens or if that feeling of being watched or the light brush across your cheek was a touch from a loved one long since past wasnt simply. All in your head. It was real.

They were real and we could see them. The spirits and demons the ghouls were real and alive. Well....relatively speaking that is and not a living soul could do a thing about it. Thats how its been. Thats how its always been.

Since the age old leaders disappeared. Leaving their people to rot in their mistake. Some say they were devoured. When the viel between the living and the dead fell. Its energy was simply to much for them. Devouring them whole and thats why we never see their spirits. Others say their still alive but....Just hiding. Just. Gone. With their third mage gone mad from the spirits he summoned. What use were they now to their people when they couldnt even keep their own alliance.

I personally. Could give a damn. Their gone and they have been for a long time now. This is our world now. We live. We die. Yet, it never ends, we never end. Even as the meat on our bones turns to worm food and our bones to dust. Guess its not all bad though. I still have today....Right?

Up in the hills were the sky holds no blue and the grass sways like a gray dead sea. Its just us. A demon girl with horns as black as night. Her eyes as red as blood and a little boy. Orphaned. Alone. Ostricized from his own kind. His ears twitching in the breeze. His head in her lap. Its just us. Sitting in the grey sea at the edge of a small little hamlet. Thriving yet. Like everywhere else is a bruised faded mark of the past that once was but never will be again.
It's just us. Though eventually. New power those come back. Claiming to be better than the last. One of many paths which lead up to the grey valley up in the hills, is protected by holy magic sanctioned by the new religious order which governs the world. The archons. Powerful devout mages who claim to protect the earth from the vile creatures of the spirit realm. At least. So they say anyway.

Edited Mar 12th 2018 12:39