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Darkness has always been a part of my world. Ever since I was a child I was always steeped in darkness one way or another, it was almost my way of life. However, I never feared or resented it. Even when my world turned against me because even though that was all I saw I knew. I always knew the truth. While I may have been in the darkness I was not the only one. There were always others there but now…I was alone…forgotten…drowning in a darkness that would eventually swallow me whole. Strangely enough…I welcomed it. I welcomed this darkness that would erase me. Erase who I am, who I was, what I felt. Possibly…maybe it would erase the whole that had somehow erupted in my chest after so long asleep. I was never supposed to awake, never supposed to be brought here but alas…fate is cruel.
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Long lashes swept against delicate cherubic cheeks as shimmering gold eyes looked up into a black abyss. Pointed ears twitched as a strange almost twisted language brushed against them and small pudgy fingers made grabbing motions towards it.
“You, who were awoken from being bound between time and space, will now be my creation and tool. I have recreated you, blessed you with power and ambition. You will be the only one of your kind. I will call you son and you shall call me father.”
Wide round eyes blinked up and gold slowly faded to reveal another color as lashes lazily fell to hood the eyes. A little yawn revealed tiny little pointed canines on both the bottom and top row. Slowly, those eyes closed against the blackness the abyss presented and a tiny seed was born inside the babe. A seed of knowing, hatred, and acceptance because inside the body of a babe was the mind of something more that had been released on the world unknowingly. The Valar was sure that if the abyss known as Sauron had known what it was releasing it would have thought twice. However, he hadn’t and now they could only watch as fate twisted and turned around the one that could make or break those of the Light.
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Stormy grey-blue eyes looked up to the sky as it opened up and wept. It wept its sorrow, its anger and its fear on to Middle-Earth. The old Istar wondered vaguely what had happened to make all of Arda cry out in such a pain. He wondered what had disturbed the Valar so thoroughly that they’d express it in such a way. It left him slightly shaken and as he looked towards Mordor he felt a darkness shiver up his spine. A foreboding feeling filling him as he wondered what now would plague Middle-Earth after only a short time since the last darkness that covered the land. Arda was still trying to recover and he worried about how much more this land could take before it was too damaged to recover. With a quiet prayer to the Valar he turned his back on Mordor and walked back towards Lórien where he felt something calling to him.
TBC…