Many years ago when the world was still awake, a little boy walked into a forest. Creatures of power and persuasion that lived there tried to turn him away, but unlike the others, he refused.

He found the heart of the forest, and with it the seed of darkness. Humanity collapsed shortly after that, cities destroyed in a wave of endless dark, creatures forming from bubbling and sticky ebony.

Some places managed to get word before it had reached then them, although many of these places did not stand for very long.

One city in particular managed to stand against the darkness for a hundred years. Inside, it was light and people had a hold of all their senses, although some did lack an eye or two, the dark creature’s mission to slash out their eyes before their hearts.

Outside of the city one had no concept of sight, as the endless darkness striped it from them while they wondered.

Research of course had to be done, a need to learn more about the darkness to defeat it, and with that came research teams, and with that more weaponry capable of combating the darkness. Not only that, but magic was aided to them as a gift from benevolent creatures.

One of the researchers was named Relizale, and she had gotten separated from her group and presumed them dead. She reached her way through the darkness, listening closely for danger when a soft breathing came from her left and she froze. It was slow, with a slight high pitch to it, but the sound didn’t move for minutes.

Finally Relizale worked up the courage to look, it was her duty after all. So she slowly turned and began walking towards it, feeling that there was a slope in front of her.

She climbs up and looks around with a wide eye, trying to see anything at all, then spotting a small, white patch on the ground and nothing more. It was like a beacon, beckoning to her as it rhythmically breathed

So she came down and clutched it in her hands, a hope for the future.

She tucked it into her backpack, not wanting to attract the attention of another, more dangerous creature. But it was a dead prayer, as a trembling screech erupted from her right, followed by pounding steps.

Relizale had been out enough times before to know it was a large beast, too big to outrun, so she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Yellow burst forth, outlining fangs and reflecting back in large eyes. It screeched louder and fell. Relizale ran, knowing more like it were coming.

She could hear her heart pounding as she ran, but she knew the feeling of home and reached it in fifteen minutes. When she took out her white hope people were mortified. It was a much smaller version of the very dark creatures they had been fighting, but with white eyes and a pristine white patch on it’s back.