I am the spirit of darkness. My people are known as shadows and they have roamed these floors ever since the apocalypse. No sign of a human has been found ever since. However, we are not all that is left. There is also the realm of light. My sister rules that realm. We have not seen each other ever since the war. The two of us have been chosen to rules these lands ONLY if we were to stay apart from each other. But the Gods took care of that. Ever since then, my people have been lost. All they ever do is follow the footsteps of those living in the other realm.
Sometimes, I wonder what is like in the realm of light. In my place, the creatures of darkness just lurk around, following the others' footsteps. They all look like puppets. It's so humiliating to watch my people live like this. I'll never know about the realm of light because the two worlds are separated by a giant curtain and all l can see through this curtain are blurry white circles. And as they move, my people do the same. Its as if they are slaves obeying a different master. All I want is freedom for my people.
There have been hidden legends saying that there was once a mirror that served as a portal to the other realm. It must have broken from the war. But I still sought and sought. Not only for me, but for the shadows. I have been seeking for broken shards, and other clues. I did everything I could to let my people go and still nothing has been found. Nothing good ever comes our way in the realm of darkness.
