There was once a time when our world bathed in the life-bringing warmth of nine suns, our species lived in a constant daylight, and the Darklings could survive in only the deepest darkest pits beneath the land.
One by one the suns began flickering, paling, diminishing, until finally they died.
Now we must travel ever eastwards to remain in the light of the one remaining sun.
For us the dark means pain, suffering, and eventually death. Our skin that absorbs the life-force from the rays, enabling our immortality, would blister in the shadow.
Not so the Darklings, as our world contracted so theirs expanded, they bred and grew until they covered the Nightland.
But as we are cursed, so are they, for they must travel constantly eastwards to escape the creeping daylight, just as we must escape the creeping shadow of night.
I have travelled far today, I have time to sleep before the dark is upon me again.
I am afraid.
Are my eyes playing tricks.... or did the sun just flicker?
Darklings (A darkening world part 2)
Darklight (A darkening world part 3)
©2010 Stephen. J. Green.