The origin of shadows
A quick drawing-writting, typos ahead!
Just a little tale that came up in one of the little twists of my mind :P
Warning: LOTS of typo ahead, its just a quick write i did for fun
so please no grammar-nazi-ness ;3
a long long time ago... there was only ligth and darkness... when it was day, the sun shimmers strongly, every ray of ligth reaching every hill, every mountain, cave and crevice; there was no place for darkness to hide... when it was nigth, darkness covered all, nor the ligth of the moon, nor even the strongest torch or bonfire could bring ligth over the domain of darkness... those were the rules
the domain of ligth, had a ruler, a forever cheerful, playful and charming ruler... but alas, selfish and capricious...
the domain of darkness had a curious, analytic and lonely ruler... a loneliness deep engraved in his blank eyes...
the ruler of ligth, everyday... he played with the leaves, danced on the rivers and hopped from cloud to cloud...
the ruler of darkness... walked over the sweet scented flower fields, read the flow of time on the stars and gazed over the dreams of the slumber...
they were like this from a very long time...
one day, while the sun was arising, the ruler of ligth took a glance at the ruler of darkness slowly walking away with the receding nigth... he was... astonished... he always tougth that the only domain in this world was the one of ligth... he ran and ran and ran to meet this brand new world... but... as soon as he was close enough to reach it... the ruler of darkness vanished with the nigth... only a few words danced over the air to the shining king... "...you can't..."
if only he knew... what this words will trigger..
a few springs went down as the ruler of ligth chased the nigth, taking glances of the ruler of darkness walking on the fields, comforting the dormant in their nigthmares, watching the skies... a plan was schemed... by his own caprice, the ruler of ligth, writted a letter... a letter spiced with his own charm and charisma... and left it laying on the flowers...
that nigth... the darkness found the letter... and the ruler meditated... in the near morning... the ruler of darkness was standing over the limit of day and nigth; the ruler of ligth dashed towards him, before he could get too close, the darkness raised his hand and a few words were spelled "... I'm curious... walk with me..." for a few days light walked a few steps behind darkness, talking about the brigthness of the day, the colors of the flowers that the nigth veil, of every little thing that makes their worlds.. different...
day over day over day, the ruler of darkness started to feel something new, he started to be infatuated by the charm and cheerfulness of his cunterpart... their hands would sometimes accidentally touch... their bodies would come closer... a warm emotion always would go trough him...
one day, a day that would change both domains... a kiss... a kiss that would let ligth shine in the nigth, even from the smallest candle... a kiss that would make the eyes of darkness.. shine... joy, cheer, bliss.. all once unknown to him...
the ruler of ligth was marveled by this new world, the slowly forming shapes of the trees at the advancing ligth, the placid dreams of the sleeping, the funny shapes in the rivers and lakes...
sadly... by the ligth own selfish and fickle nature... he got bored of it in a few nigths... no longer marveled by the life of the nigth... he walked back to the domain of ligth...
the next nigth, darkness tried to walk to the domain of ligth... finding himself quickly forgotten by the ruler... sadness overflowed his heart... and killed the ligth in his eyes...
he ran and ran and ran and ran... his voice muted by confusion and drowned in tears ... hiding behind anything to not let the ruler of ligth see his pain...
Since that time... there were shadows...
In the day, the ruler of ligth frolics and runs over the world.. and the ruler of darkness hides in shadows...
In the nigth, the ruler of ligth sometimes go to play... and the ruler of darkness stands near, watching the dance of the ligths, trying to remember the joy he felt once...