01 Jan Of Darkest Hours: The Xrossover Period – II

As time stands quiet and still at this very moment, the final changes of this Advent are taking place right before my very eyes. I still find myself wondering whatever happened to those day’s. I knew my moments within this time had been growing shorter ever since I first sought out, and the exile reminded me of my expiring immortality. Though now, the path that awaits will be a very long and treacherous one, of multiple trails, and of darker sins and evils. You are now just one fragment of darkness that I must now battle against, waging wars within endless hours, a fate chosen by the higher ones from above. Obtaining my origins, I will now return to how I have always meant to be, even though things will never return to their original state, I have. And from within this strange and towering land has arisen a being of a new age, a soul crafted by some stranger time, a vessel built from nothing but the ashes of fallen dreams and wishes. We often tend to avoid these things from happening at all cost, but after the exile,all was no longer in my hands, for I had met my wicked fate, hence I played these wicked games, and gambled within bowls of fire much more sinister than the flames of hell. For now, deep within me is a calling to follow this path, and a new light that seeks a beacon, for it is quickly dimming. And while there may not be another single soul left to hold the barrier, I will still travel on.