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U.D. Origins - Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls is the prequel I am working on to the Myote storyline. I say prequel because the stories I already have done take place after Darkness Falls. You could say that it is the main backstory for my stories.
The main character of Darkness Falls is Prince Aharamen Tyrril Clawflynt who is later known as King Aharamen.
So here's the basic storyline:
- Myoties are one of the original inhabitants of Earth. They share the planet with mankind and the wide variety of creatures that are now considered "mythical" in human culture. They are the advanced race while humans are still relatively primitive, tribal, and lack their own technology. They are responsible for creating the great wonders of the world as they have extremely advanced technology (including space travel), as well as the ability to harness certain energies to perform "magical" feats. Some Myoties believe that they should share their knowledge with humans, while others feel it is blasphemy against their culture.
Unknown Darkness Bk 5 Excerpt At the end of the hall was a silver frame, intricately carved with ivy leaves and vines, in which was held a smooth, shiny black sheet of stone. Shiva moved closer to inspect the oddity and found herself reflected in the surface, though no background shone. Her reflection was not flawless, however, the image was partial, with large empty holes throughout the image. Shiva moved to touch the mirror, What a strange contraption...
"It's a soul mirror," a deep, soothing voice purred behind her. Shiva spun around to see prince Matherine standing behind her, his white wings wrapped around himself like a cape.
"A soul mirror?" Shiva asked anxiously. Matherine nodded calmly.
"I made it myself out of black rowens gems. It reflects the true nature of your heart."
Shiva glanced back at her partial image. "What does it mean? Why do I only see parts of myself?"
"Because you, my dear, seem to be incomplete," Mat
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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