SHE WAS THE DARKNESS.
Midnight felt it, as she seeped through the crevices of the rock face. She felt it, and she heard it. She heard a voice that spoke from within her, and this voice spoke the truth about her new existence. Midnight had never experienced such a voice. It was unlike any she had known before. It did not impart knowledge she did not possess, like Yves so often did, nor did it explain facets of the world beyond her comprehension, as the academy masters or other humanoid people had done time and again. Instead, it revealed knowledge that existed within Midnight. And as it did, it conveyed the truth not to her, but for her — a subtle yet profound difference.
The voice had first spoken during her fight with the shadebeast. It had been but a whisper, yet in the heat of battle, it had startled her greatly. Now, as she wove her path through the dense mountain rock, Midnight remembered. After she had sacrificed her original essence to the darkness, the voice had said:
I am darkness. Darkness is me.
Midnight understood this truth. She had truly transformed. She had severed the bond that once connected her tangible body and her Rothar. Both existed no more. Yet, she existed. She existed in the absence of energies and light. She existed where nothing else could. She existed in the nothing and in the silence.
Proof of Midnight’s new existence was this voice. She believed it was the voice of her Gods, a whisper born from the fragment of essence the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ had bestowed upon her. And because their essence had first become hers and then it had become her, the voice now spoke not to her or about her, but for her.
After the first whisper, the voice had fallen silent until Midnight had consumed the shadebeast. As she had claimed his essence, the voice had whispered again, though it had sounded slightly different. It had said:
I am change. Change is me.
Return
Dear travellers,
I would like to extend my gratitude to each of you for your patience and understanding during my recent one-month hiatus.
There is still a lot of life in the way of writing, but I did not want to prolong my absence any further. For this chapter, I have decided to release smaller sections of 1000 – 2000 words each. Rest assured, we will soon resume our journey with Yves in chapter 14, picking up the pace once again.
On a delightful note, I discovered that this humble tale of mine garnered two additional ratings on Royal Road in my absence, one of which was a review! I wanted you to know that I am very grateful to all the kind readers who take the time to rate. Thank you kindly, Ymerodraeth Meicrodon, for your generous praise. I must admit, I found myself revisiting your review multiple times, finding renewed inspiration to dive back into the story after this brief interlude.
I hope all of you are well, and that you enjoy all the life between the reading.
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