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Seeds of Darkness

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The darkness was sown deep in the blood, placed there by a bite, drawing from the being it inhabited life, drawing sustenance, drawing what it needed to grow and spread. The darkness spread its roots deep into the soul, sustaining itself and changing the forms which it found buried deep there. The roots dug deep and sent shafts up, creeping, clinging, molding, and reshaping the thoughts, the patterns, twisting, darkening, blackening. The shafts sprouted dark leaves which fanned out and swallowed the light, to live, to grow. The light: needed, wanted, subjugated. Devouring the light to flourish, pulling the brightness out of the world to grow, to envelop, to control. The darkness grew and thrived and it began to make its seeds...

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The new form was easy to wear for Barset. He sat in his forest cave pondering, thinking, changing. The change took many mortal years, but it manifest itself immediately in his mind. He remembered well the lessons of the light. He remembered well the work he had done. He understood now the futility, the helplessness, the lack of power held in the light. He would be able to mold the light, use it, harness it, for he understood its ways. He sat in his forest and watched it change about him. The trees altered their form and blackness descended in their branches. The trees began to shift, to move, to hunt, to devour the light for their own purposes. And they moved outward, ever creeping, ever edging towards new lands, bringing with them darkness. They spread their blackened limbs from their epicenter, Barset. He sat and watched their change, formed their change, and his own. The bite had shown him the path, now he created what was needed to follow the dim trail and to create a new night. The path was clear; he now only needed to sow the Seeds of Darkness...

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