The Obscurus Dusk

The Old World Saga: Chapter 3
Written By: Taylor Howe

As the once seemingly endless light dipped below the mountainous landscapes and endless oceans of the Old World, the land found itself shrouded in ever expansive shadows for the very first time. A shadow so dense that it absorbed all the remaining light. It was at this moment the Old World had lost all of it's lustre; for this thick black surge of darkness enveloped everything, like that of a wave sweeping out from the horizon. The ground beneath the great Originals shook and the howling winds and ripples of cosmic energy penetrated the surprised silence in their minds, for even the Void Hollows had vanished from distant sight. It was almost like everything was over only shortly after it began.

Soon all that was left of The Illustrious Dawn, was now just a faded memory. How quickly a miraculous event of inception, followed by moments of astounding creation, could vanish into such bleakness like that of The Obscurus Dusk.

The harrowing fear could not help but creep into all of their minds as they knew that even they could still be subject to the swirling powers of these scouring Majik hunting Hollows.

It is then however, in a single strike of friction, almost like that of a steel blade upon a flint rock; that a spark seared and then faded. Then again, and again, in a repetitive motion. Crack after crack, until the spark finally ignited into a shimmering ever-frost, blue hue. A small, but illuminating blue flame with majestic, yet spiritual properties.

It had proprieties so pure and powerful in fact, that it illuminated the surrounding landscape, causing the shadows to retreat rapidly like that of a fleeing foe. It was purely a miraculous spark of Majik that created a cindering flicker so brilliant, that it appeared as if it were made of burning water.

Ironically, a fluid we deem as the lifeblood of creation, was set ablaze by this legendary spark in this ever expanding darkness. This invoked an emotional response of relief, in just a wispy flowing spiritual flame.  

This spiritual blue flame, the first of it's kind, was to be known in our Ancient Texts, as the 'Yinmantis Flame'. A flame so powerful that it was birthed into the darkest of nights, by a being with equal power. This brilliant blue glow, refracted, and shimmered within the grasp of a thin, delicate porcelain-like hand. The hand of the Original known only in early times of our world, as the Daughter of Darkness.

This beautiful porcelain like Elysian Being represented all the hope and fear brought on by The Obscurus Dusk, at the very same time. The premiere display of Cosmic Majik from a being, that is not an Elder, but of one with Elder Blood. This was surely an unprecedented time.

As the Daughter Of Darkness batted her eyes and glared into the legendary flame at Her finger tips, her iris too sparked with the power of the Yinmantis Flame. Burning deep and true, like a raging power building, She appeared to become consumed by it.

As the consummation and bonding of the Flame, to her soul, began; the evolution was exponential. The Yinmantis Flame burned so brilliantly cold and bright that it illuminated the other 7 Originals that all stood in awe.  

Moving in closer to huddle around the celestial fire, 4 of the remaining 7 Originals seemed hesitant of its true power. They could not help but feel that this Legendary Yinmantis Flame was in fact not salvation in the emptiness of shadows, but was in fact a beacon for it.

Feeling guided by something pure and true within themselves, the 4 hesitant Originals pulled away from its icy blue burn and stepped back into the darkness, while the other 3 beings of divine power drew in closer in their absence.

This was the very first moment that showcased the division of the Realms. The moment that the axis of good and evil were being decided. Those whom stood with the Yinmantis Flame and those who resisted it's corrupting power. For each of these great creations of the Ancient Elders were free thinking beings, they also showed confidence, will power, and conscience. 

A firm and fateful decision to not be consumed by the power of the dark, simply by stepping back further into it, was the defining precipice of the Old World. This decision was to have consequences. This decision was ultimately what started the Realms at War!           

- An important passage of The Defacto Dawnius Illustrudius