Diary of The Members of The Darkness Collective

Heartbreak hurts, even after many Millennia... But Family is still Forever. [🖤]

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I am Morwen; The Princess of Darkness, Princess of Fates of Arda, Princess of Sky, Black Foe of the World, Princess of the Black Shield, and The Slayer of Manwë.

A few of my titles I inherited from my Father. ...If that is too long for you Insect, just "Morwen" will do then.

My Mother is Cathrene Demeter; The Queen of Darkness, Nymph Queen of Arda and Ice-Hearted Queen of Valinor, and my Father is Morgoth; The Black Foe of the World, Master of the Fates of Arda, First Dark Lord.

They both have many more titles, but you already look so overwhelmed that I'll keep theirs to the important ones.

And my idiot younger brother is Arazorwyn; The Prince of the Mountains, The Oncoming Storm, Prince of Ground, Prince of the World, Prince of the Harem of 1,000 Women, and Prince of the Bringing of The Halfling Age.

My age is... Incomprehensible by your measurements, but I will tell you it's safe to say a good few Millenia.

Pronouns are She/Her. As for my sexual preferences? It's none of an Insect like yours' business.

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You Insects all wish for the so-called "gift" of Immortality; but it cannot be anything but a curse.

You have to watch people, including allies you make and Mortal family of yours, age and eventually perish. You have to watch all you've known and grown accustomed to change and crumble to accommodate to evolution of different Races, but yet you have to watch certain Races dwindle and perish totally and fade into the mists of story and legend.

It is painful to see it all while yet you still remain, young and spritely, barely having aged at all.

You do not wish for Immortality, you will soon regret it once you have it.

But that tale is not what I write of, though I did speak of heartbreak in the title of my entry.

This is a different type of heartbreak that doesn't include the crumbling of all you've known and lived with.

Once upon a time, as a younger Princess of 18 years old who was blind and oblivious to the selfishness that dwells within people; I had found someone I loved unconditionally.

He was a Halfing boy with dark eyes and crimson locks that curled softly at the ends when they reached past his shoulders and pointed ears, and I felt my heart fall for him faster than the Eagles I would shoot down with my arrows.

I met him at the festival our kingdom held in celebration of my Mother, Brother and I infiltrating Valinor and retrieving Father back... There was music, dancing, feasts, and many activities like sword fighting and archery...

I was blowing away the archery competition and this Halfing boy saw me. I fired my arrow straight through the target, and fired his own arrow straight through mine. I swear, it was like love at first sight when it happened; my heart wouldn't stop fluttering in my bosom and his eyes looking into mine only made the fire burn hotter.