Fire and Ice (idk what to call it)
Hey, read the first chapter of my little take on The Drifter and stuff. It’s fiction! Of course.
Lots of women walking around and dancing. Two men sat back in the crusty ole Tavern somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Cold and snowy.
“Man, I tell ya brotha, ya won’t find not one beastly lookin’ woman out of all these fine honies up in here! Cuz they aaallll got it”!
He leans back and laughs, spilling some of his drink.
“Mmhmm, He ain’t steerin’ ya wrong bud. This is the only place hordin’ all these little lovelys”.
Two drunk men talking to one little grown man, me. Their liquor stained breath made it all but bearable to sit next to and have, talking your face off. Clearly, they had too much fun.
One of the boys’ name was unknown. The darkies called him, The Drifter. He was a tough guy with a lot of knowledge in the Unknown abyss. He gained some clout for it. The Darkies respected him. The lightbearers watched out for him. Many of the littles have a conspiracy that he was called “Drifter” because he was there to see the first shimmer of light, and the first shade of dark. The first dark shadow, unbeknownst to anyone else, that pierced this sphere with a violent force. From then onward, he floated throughout the world, looking for answers. Some believed he was a dark force himself. Like he was an all seeing eye. Like Osiris or somethin’. Some believe his stories make him seem like a Martyr or something. He struggled with the Darkness for some time. Him dabbling in it, costed him lives, and respect of friends, friends very close to him.
He seemed to be treadin’ along. Still trying to find his gem piece. He said he was looking for a creature, ten times the height of a skyscraper. He said that it would rise above, from a colossal red shadow, and steal the light out of those who bear it. Sounded sexy and also very fucking frightening. It was stronger than light, greater than just any dark. It was a special kind of dark. It was a dark that changed a path it treaded over. Changed the system it disrupted. More than just cast shadows. He says that,
“It works like this, it begins like a lunar eclipse. They call it a blood moon. Scary right? Well, it gets scarier…Once that thing rises, and once that eerie ass dark, blood red stains the soil, you’ll feel a sense of dread and hopelessness. We “darkies”, celebrate that kinda date in time. Others fear it. It ain’t no joke, brotha....It’s believed to have been around the past time Guardians’ Last Stand, against the ultimate dark race, and they lost, ten fold. It came like a thief in the night. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to....weapons were useless, any weapon. I mean, ya can’t shoot something intangible, right? All the shaded areas and shadows became your enemy. Guerrilla Warfare my friend. That’s the Darkness’s game. All that light they consume, gives ‘em more power. I want to seize some of that power its got....if I can do that, Hell... I’d be the next fuckin’ Dredgen Yor........Aye! Just kiddin’! Just like a little dark magic adornin’ my strides is all”!
This dude was a scary guy. The things he took interest in, the people he associated with, I didn’t have the guts he had. Messin’ with them Shadows of Yor dudes, y’know. Wasn’t my style. I was a bleachers kid.....just watched. I wasn’t no darkie, nor was I some lightbearer. I played a hand on no side. For all I knew, I was safer than most.
Anyways, the guy on the left of me was his partner. A Hunter. His name was, if I can remember correctly, was Ito.... or Edo... Ito Chi....something like that. When ya say his name fast, it sounds like “Edouchi”. He was a deeply rooted Shadow of Yor... he was dangerous, slick with a gun, not to mention a little trigger happy, and was obsessed with Hive gods. He adorned a necklace with a Thorn bullet clinging from the string. He says that within this bullet, could you hear whispers and growls from the dead Guardians killed by the Thorn itself. Their souls corrupted beyond belief. I only believed this because the bastard shoved it in my ear once.
Its speculation that Thorn was the only weapon to pierce through the shadows when that Blood Moon appeared. Because it was just as dark. It knew no bounds, it was just as sinister and corrupted. Just like it’s wielder, Dredgen Yor. Maybe that’s how he escaped that event. Stayed in the shadows, killing anything that spawned from it. Or maybe he embraced it, with his dark nature. Some will believe the most stupid things. Some things sound so juicy that people would love for it be true. I believe he’s the one that made it real, made it true. He stole light, became stronger. Maybe he’s manifested into some celestial being who is “Darkness”.
Hey, I don’t know....Like I said. I play a hand on no side. I don’t follow no god, don’t practice no magic. Ain’t compelled by no entity. I’m just a guy who watches.... that’s all.
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