Dialectical Journal For Twilight Chapter 7
Chapter 1
“So Dark, What’s the mission today?” he asked. “Well, today, we are going out on our own to make sure that we have enough materials. Light, you know this,” Dark answered.
It was the truth, it was the same mission every day. Try and get into separate bodies. The only way to do this was to get to the Sage of Dawn the Shadow of Twilight. It wasn’t going to be hard at all, it wasn’t like they would have to get three spiritual stones, the ability to survive in any heat, breath in water, summon shades, tame animals, travel through time, speak to the gods that each of the different races believed in, slay the demons that resided in the temples that the Sage and Shadow lived in, pass into the light and dark realms, beat a few monsters …show more content…
It was his burden to bear. In the middle of the night, in the throes of madness and panic-inducing despair, it would whisper to him; it would make him into doing unspeakable things. In his satchel were many treasures wrought from long-lost civilizations, cunning salesmen, and expert craftsmen he had met over the years of his travels. The bag had seen better days and it was covered with the years of the road. The young man did not carry much on his travels but the bare essentials for living; one would definitely call into question why he bothered carrying superfluous baggage such as the mask contained within the satchel. He would just smile at the innocuous question and walk …show more content…
He ants he saw from the ruins. It looked like ants had swarmed the country side. It was an army, one the world had never seen the likes of before. It stretched onward towards the horizon as far as the eye could see; there seemed to be no end to this horde. Even at his great altitude, he couldn’t see the end of this monstrosity of an army. A few weeks' time and they will be at Lanel’s doorstep. "I know what you propose my old friend, but it will not be I who will be wearing you. I know I cannot control you and for that I must decline," he said, “You are obedient to no one. You cannot be trusted and cannot be worn, unless he comes along to stop you. You have destroyed entire civilizations just because you wished to. You thought it was merely a thing that anyone
“So Dark, What’s the mission today?” he asked. “Well, today, we are going out on our own to make sure that we have enough materials. Light, you know this,” Dark answered.
It was the truth, it was the same mission every day. Try and get into separate bodies. The only way to do this was to get to the Sage of Dawn the Shadow of Twilight. It wasn’t going to be hard at all, it wasn’t like they would have to get three spiritual stones, the ability to survive in any heat, breath in water, summon shades, tame animals, travel through time, speak to the gods that each of the different races believed in, slay the demons that resided in the temples that the Sage and Shadow lived in, pass into the light and dark realms, beat a few monsters …show more content…
It was his burden to bear. In the middle of the night, in the throes of madness and panic-inducing despair, it would whisper to him; it would make him into doing unspeakable things. In his satchel were many treasures wrought from long-lost civilizations, cunning salesmen, and expert craftsmen he had met over the years of his travels. The bag had seen better days and it was covered with the years of the road. The young man did not carry much on his travels but the bare essentials for living; one would definitely call into question why he bothered carrying superfluous baggage such as the mask contained within the satchel. He would just smile at the innocuous question and walk …show more content…
He ants he saw from the ruins. It looked like ants had swarmed the country side. It was an army, one the world had never seen the likes of before. It stretched onward towards the horizon as far as the eye could see; there seemed to be no end to this horde. Even at his great altitude, he couldn’t see the end of this monstrosity of an army. A few weeks' time and they will be at Lanel’s doorstep. "I know what you propose my old friend, but it will not be I who will be wearing you. I know I cannot control you and for that I must decline," he said, “You are obedient to no one. You cannot be trusted and cannot be worn, unless he comes along to stop you. You have destroyed entire civilizations just because you wished to. You thought it was merely a thing that anyone