I live under a curse, a constant doom that hangs over my head and sucks the very life out of me. But I’m not alone; every other human being is under this same deadly curse. There are very few who can resist its corrupting powers, I am one of the few who have seen the Light. Those who have seen the Light have been given a power, the ability to not fall into the evil corruption that others fall into, but we still must live under this impending doom. But along with the power comes a promise, that this curse will be lifted. When, we do not know, but we know it will happen soon. I can feel it in the air. An expectancy, the deep breath before the plunge, a war is coming. A war of such a cosmic size that the very foundations of this evil earth shall be shaken, a clash of all that is good and all that is evil will go down in history as the greatest war… ever. Which side will win? It may sound smug to say that my side will win, but the Light has told us, and the Light never lies. But still I lay awake in the cold watches of the night thinking of what would happen if the Dark side would win. The horrors that parade my mind are almost too much to bear. If the Dark side did win, the world would be plunged into an even greater darkness then it currently is in. all hope would vanish. All people would die and yet not be able to leave their accursed bodies in what would become living hell. The faint flickers of light and happiness would no longer be, for the Light would be killed or defeated and locked away in a prison with no door. But it is impossible for the Light to be vanquished, no matter how hard the Darkness strikes or thinks it can over throw the Light.
