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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 7:30 pm
Light pried his eyes open that morning. He started; he was accustomed to waking with moon still overhead, to dressing with the sun crawling from behind the hills. He awoke with a start, thrust off the bedclothes and leaped into his trousers. His wife groaned with irritation, turning over where she lay.
"'arold, what is wrong with ye?" she growled. "Look out th' window!" "What can there be t'see at this time o' th' night?" "Night? 'Tis high past noon, by the look o' it!" "What has possessed you, 'arold? Stop being silly and come back to bed. And blow out the candle, too; what's this business about lighting up the whole room bright as day?" "I say look out the window, woman!"
With a dramatic groan she opened her eyes. After a moment, she, too, rolled out of their bed to look disbelievingly out the small window. She put a hand to her head and shook it slowly.
"Why, deary me, 'tis light indeed. But... I thought... I could 'ave sworn I just put the children to bed and laid down fer some sleep meself." "Well, 'tis playing tricks on us both, m'dear."
He kissed her forehead briskly, then darted out of the house and into the yard. But strangely the pigs were not anxious to have their slop this morning, as they were apt to; they looked almost as if they had just been fed.
The farmer scratched his head in puzzlement, made his rounds, then stumbled back into the house in bewilderment. All the animals were just waking.
"What sort of trick is this?" he muttered. He opened his mouth to call the children, when suddenly... he could see nothing.
"What th' bloody 'ell?!"
But his eyes were adjusting to the darkness; the kitchen table materialized in the blackness, then the stove.
"'AROLD! 'AROLD! I GONE BLIND!" came his wife's shriek from upstairs. "Light a candle, woman!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:16 pm
What the hell are they thinking? At first it was fine. A few minutes before a sunset fully occurs is fine, but they've taken it too far. For the first time since the gods created the world, day ruled for twenty four hours. By the grace of said gods, we could somehow push it back. We could, somehow, fight against them. Night and Day run together, engulfing the world in chaos. When Day rules, it may suddenly become total darkness. We are striking back. And yet, when Night should have its glory, I have seen it break into broad daylight. We need to assemble or something to that effect. We need to band together.
They should have left us alone. They should have, but they couldn't. I have spoken with my bond, who believes that no prophecy ever foretold of light and darkness fighting for total control, but by the gods, they started this. And we will end it.
Our future lays in ruins unless we can save ourselves. Oh, brethren of Night, I need you. I need you to save us from Day and those fools who would cast us aside. Shadows rise! Shadows rise, by the gods! Stand and fight! Or lay down and be destroyed. Become slaves to those who hate you for your lineage leads you down a darker path.
They shouldn't have, but they did. They are trying to take away the shadows. And we will not sit idly by. We won't.
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