The Darkest One (Rewritten)

Prologue

Prologue

There once was a time when only darkness existed. A time when only Obscurities existed. But then there was a spark. A tiny little thing, there one moment and gone the next. And Obscurities was alone again in the darkened universe. Something had changed though; it was all around Obscurities. A sudden heaviness had encased it, and refused to leave.

Obscurities carried on though. It could not find this disturbance that plagued it. Only darkness. Obscurities was patient though and so it waited. Years and years passed with no sign but Obscurities knew. There was something coming. Something that would change Obscurities' way of life. There was no way Obscurities was going to let that happen. It enjoyed what it was, it did not want to change. For whatever was coming, it was ready.

Obscurities was nothing and yet it was something. It existed when nothing else existed and thrived on nothing. Nothing would or could match Obscurities, and nothing ever had. Until now. And it was too late for it to stop it. The spark had been lit. There was no way to put it out. No matter what it did it could not be stopped.

Aduro had made itself known. One little spark changed everything for Aduro. It lived, it breathed, it existed, and it was known. There was beauty within it. Beauty that could not and would not be contained. Everything about Aduro wanted to live and experience more than it knew. It wanted to know, to feel, and to see the things it knew could exist. It wanted the beauty it felt in the world to be real. All it felt was Obscurities. It bled darkness and none of the beauty Aduro knew to be true.

Aduro gathered it's strength and Obscurities hunted high and low. The two entities prepared for war believing neither could exist while the other lived. Their very cores clashed with each other despite the one could not exist without the other. It was not until the spark Aduro had been turned into a cloud of dazzling light, shifting and growing in Obscurities domain, did Obscurities realize just how the two were connected.

Aduro did not drive or struggle against the darkness. It thrived in the darkness. Aduro was Obscurities, a version that existed long ago. So filled with hope of a bettor future only to realize there was nothing. And that there never would be a future that it dreamed of. But that was so very long ago, during a lifetime that should have never existed in the first place. Obscurities finally understood why it had existed for so long. And why it's own creator had turned on it.