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            Legends say the kingdom now called the Darkness Territories once flourished as a beautiful land. The rivers held fish aplenty and the fields grew the best vegetables which were sold around the world and throughout every dimension. Flora thrived year round and not a single inhabitant knew what it was to be cold or hungry.

 

            The king was a fat, jolly man with three daughters, each more beautiful than their mother and more beautiful still than her sister before her. The legend tells next of a sorcerer who came along and tried to bewitch the eldest princess. She was too keen and could not be tricked. Nor would the second princess fall prey. The youngest princess was not as smart as her sisters and she fell under the dark spell of his magic. She persuaded her father to let her marry this evil one and within a year she gave birth to a monster.

 

            Born with two faces on one head, three arms and no legs to support it, the babe cried constantly. The princess was still a child herself, cut off from her family by the husband she secretly feared as much as she hated once the spell had been removed. She knew nothing of child rearing and it all became too much quite soon. One afternoon, the princess and babe were lazing alongside a small pond and she fell asleep. The unattended and rather unstable child rolled into the pond and drowned noiselessly. Several hours later, the princess awoke and saw what she had done. In fear of her husband and sick with the shame she had brought upon her family, the young soul hung herself.

           

          When the sorcerer saw what had taken place, he gave a mighty roar that nearly shook the entire kingdom to its foundation. Throwing his dead wife through the door of her parents' home, he trampled the limp body and quickly slashed the throats of her sisters and mother. Within two days, he conjured an army of two headed, three armed monsters that ravaged the countryside and began killing nearly every living thing in sight.

 

            On the third day, the king returned from a hunting expedition and found his home in terrible chaos. The country had no army for they had had no enemies. The villagers could not defend themselves. He locked himself in the highest tower of his castle and began to write. In a final attempt to save his kingdom, he sent word by carrier pigeon to eight of the surrounding kingdoms. Seeing his father-in-law had returned and fled to the tower, the sorcerer grew wings on three of the monsters and they ascended the tower wall. Many would come to fight for the king, but he would never see it. He died two breaths after releasing the final bird, he head torn off and touted as a trophy for all to see.

 

            Shadowlings are born of the selfsame legend. The sorcerer began to be haunted by the souls of men he had promised great wealth to if they would fight for him. He cast a spell on the territory, sealing it with the blood of his child and vowing that any man or being that died on this ground would become immortal. Drawn from the shadows cast by monsters walking the cursed earth, shadowlings could hold any shape and melt into the shadows at will. For a time, this was appeasement enough. Several decades later, they realized they would be enslaved by his darkness for all time and they rebelled.

 

           The war was ceaseless, great bloody battles were waged every day and willing soldiers came from all kingdoms and dimensions. Each had a unique reason they were fighting whether for or against the sorcerer. Many died and soon the shadowlings began to outnumber the live creatures and persons fighting. Two hundred years after the utopia became a place of constant battle, the shadowlings had become an army with a war of their own to fight.

 

           Seeming to think the sorcerer had gotten out of had, God deemed it necessary to step in. With so many fighting on the side of good as well as evil, it was not fair that all souls should become these dark shadow creatures. Thus, God added a 'clause' to the sorcerer's spell. Any man or woman who had fought on the side of good would still be a shadowling, but free with the will to seek darkness or light as they chose. Once this was in effect, many shadowlings left the territories for good.

 

           The original impetus of the war had long been forgotten, none of the king's family or friends remained and it would seem that this war should end. Yet many noble hearts thought vengeance of some sort and for some reason was in order and thus, the war continued. The sorcerer only grew stronger, drawing in the filth of humanity and existence to fight for him when he grew tired of creating monsters.

 

           It came to be that a group of brilliant soldiers, calling themselves the Light Bringers, entered the Darkness Territories certain it would be they who could end the war and return light to the land. Each of the Light Bringers was an archangel, fallen from God's grace by mortal sin. His love of them was great however, and by cursing them to a life out of Heaven, he blessed them with extraordinary gifts. They could fly, be unseen, and repair their wounds almost instantaneously. They were immortal in every sense and war was a perfect occupation.

 

           He who led the heroes was named Gabriel. A great lover of God's mortals and immortals alike, he felt that if he and the others could restore peace in the territories, God would forgive them and they could return home. Not knowing God's intentions, they could only fight with every angelic fiber of their beings and pray at night for such redemption.

 

           It is said that good will always out evil, yet the Light Bringers could not defeat the sorcerer's endless army. With every being they fell, another was soon in its place. For the next 250 years, Gabriel and his archangel brothers fought gravely, never giving up or giving in. Soon, God would reward them.

            Raphael was an archangel who had fallen in love with a beautiful, yet greedy mortal. The woman thirsted for power and immortality, yet would not accept his advances. Nor, would she admit his love and taunted him until he became sick with it. When she willingly let herself be reborn, he hunted her everywhere and was overcome with grief when she died a true vampire's death. Her head left her shoulders and it was he who took it. With sorrow his heart's new king, God sent him to fight in the Darkness Territories with his brothers. After nearly half a millennia, the tides began to turn.

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Note: This is an excerpt of a story I am in the process of writing. It is not the beginning nor is it the end. It isn't even properly in the middle. It does however begin around 700 years ago although that isn't written in.

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