The War Of Equilibrium

Onward and forward does the wanderer wander. In all directions, North, East, South, and West, there is naught but discovery. Into the canyon, the woman descends. Same planet, though a different world she finds. Hidden in between the jagged stones tumbled rocks, formless and tangible, the lightless dark holds dominion here. One footfall in and naught but her heart does she hear. Thundering away such as the drums of warriors long ago. Two footfalls in and the whispers begin. The woman walks on. Thrice now have steps been stepped. The shapeless emperor surrounds her, using oppressive fear to dissuade her forward progress, just as he has done countless times in ages past. “You hold no power over me. I fear you not.” whispers the woman. “For I am the Lightbringer.” The palpable yet intangible godking of the dark hisses at the mention of the Champion of the Sun. “Do not lie to me, little mouse. Many before you have claimed that title, and here I kept them. You can hear their whispers still.” cursed the bodiless ruler.

Ambivalent to the malevolence, the woman stands upon a Boulder in the center of everything and nothing. “Hear me darkling!” she bellows. “On this day, you will reap the light! For the Blessings of the Sunking walk with me. Behold! Look upon mine armour. The Emblem of Equilibrium hath been bestowed upon me. I will shatter your world!”

At these proclamations, blessed light flew forth into the world of dark. The clash of holy light and wretched darkness gave forth a violence unto the canyon that had not been seen there since the darkling ruler conquered these lands. The blessed light of the Sunlight Warrior prevailed and the shadows scattered into the winds.

“It matters not, for when there is light, there are always shadows.” hissed the formless godking before dissipating into the world. Lightless shadows, once forged by flameless burning, begin to fade. As the Champion of the Sun walks on toward the light, the paths ahead solidify and stabilize, such as the boulders that reside in the river. Shadowed and short lived the days were once. But no longer. Blood of the lightbearer rings with the lullaby of Ostara. Short lived and shadowed, the nights have become; long lived and bright, the days have become. Bones of the silverlight sing with the starlit sky. A gift from the hands of Gaia, the Equinox, beautiful and filled with fire, has arrived.

The once-dark canyon, now filled with the fires of the sun, rings with holy life. The Champion of the Sun, sits on a Boulder, a Boulder at the center of everything and nothing and listens to the whispers of the Sunking. The whispers that are found in the fires of the sun. These are the words of prophecy that spring into her mind. “Words of lore hath been gifted to us by worldwalkers of the ancient days. Lords of Sun and Sand come forth and redress your dead! Use the river to guide them into the north. Walk forward freefolk. Take the hand of the Jackal and unabashedly, cast your voice into the void. On the scale a feather sits, the time has come to balance your heart and enter the Field of Reeds. On this day, you will reap your word. Your vow is your oath, your oath is your word, your word is your bond. Sphinx of Black Quartz, judge his vow.”

The canyon is her domain now, she is the protector of this holy land and it is her duty to protect her land, even unto death. There she remains, even to this day.