Lost Souls

Lost Souls

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Darkness is a far more clever thing than many would like to think; it waits, plots, and strikes only when the light has begun to fade. But even then it does not fall in an instant, for if it did no doubt the light would fight for every second of its passing. Instead darkness creeps upon the land; ever so slowly the light is lost, and world falls into darkness. The truly frightening thing, however, is that the great bards of ages past, those who could glimpse beneath the surface and into the fabric of the world, had the right of it when they linked evil to darkness. For the good men of this world all lay dying, the love of life and laughter fades, and the strength of righteous wanes. This world is all but lost. The Brotherhood of White is crippled, its members hunted. The hearts of kings are poisoned, corrupted, and turned against those most dear to them. The old forests burn, and the seas are stained with blood. But all is not lost. For until the last good man lays down to die, and bows under the crushing weight of darkness, hope will remain.
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It's dangerous to leave fire going while leaving camp. But some people just don't care, why come camp out in the woods in the first place? Whatever the answer is, I hope you're happy. A mystical forest is said to hold spirits of the ancient animals that once lived there, many creatures roam the forest. Some humans wish to see said beings, though they never are able to. Said for one family who decided to try and ended up with nothing, they didn't think about putting out their campfire. A young fox happened to roam where they had just left, seeing the red and orange flames dance in the blackened wood. It got closer and closer, not knowing the dangers. A simple pop and the poor baby fox's fur was set to flames, or ran frantically to get them to go away, but its efforts weren't enough, it simply burned to death, turning into ashes. It's soup now roams the forest, its body made entirely of flames, see as its journey takes him much farther than anticipated. What will come of this young fox? Will it accept its knew life or become impure like the Unrien, darkened souls that leak dangers during the night.

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