Prologue
This Darkness, as I sit alone here in this darkness writing in my journal. My only light lies on the floor in front of me. I can look in any direction but all I see in this world is darkness, even the ground that I sit on seems to be covered in a darkness that no light will ever remove. I’ve walked for what feels like days, I can’t tell for sure there is no sun that shines here, where ever here is. This darkness has a depressing effect; it’s made me want to record my story in this journal so that hopefully if anyone finds my body that they might know my story. Perhaps I should start with why I had come on this journey a little history lesson.
This Darkness, that’s what my world became like; we were a society that had little need for advancing our work with our hands. Some spent years devout to the art of magic which we thought was a path to infinite power. Little did we know that that gift, that age, would soon be but dust on the wind. As our power faded we took little notice, pushing our boundaries thinking one day we would never need anything but our magic. It was a candle, even while burning out it may shed light for a long time. The world was shocked, people were angered, and they blamed anyone they could. Eventually as my world calmed , we saw how far we had fallen. One day though a man would make a discovery that would change how we lived, that through the artifacts of the past we could forge a future with the help of the past.
This is my world.
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Lights in the Darkness
FantasyMagic, it shined like a light in the Darkness of the world. Then it vanished from the world, leaving only artifact and relics as a memory
