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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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