Prologue: Dying of the Light
The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by darkness, the light slowly being extinguished, but she knew that this was no ordinary darkness. After all, just because something is dark does not mean that it is evil, but this darkness was. It was steeped in terror and death, thousands of voices crying out in agony and despair.
She did not understand why she was in such a terrible place or even how she had come to be in this situation. She was alone in the dark and the light was dying. She thought...she thought that she was what was truly dying. That somehow the light within herself was fading away, its strength waning. It was being overcome by such a suppressive and suffocating presence. This presence, essence, or whatever kind of creature nor being it really was...it wanted her to surrender, to give in, but even that didn't make sense.
What was so important or special about her? She was born into a working class family, her parents were divorced, the only friends she had were through the internet, she graduated from high school but failed out of three colleges, and she worked as a custodian at a rest area...cleaning up other people's shit for a living. She was nothing, just nothing. Just another body in an endless sea of bipedal creatures called humanity.
Her world looked shiny and some would even say that she was lucky to live in such a seemingly peaceful world, but they would be wrong. Her world has seen its fair share of war and came close to destroying it with nuclear weapons which could still happen any day now because humans, for the most part, were complete idiots with happy trigger fingers that had no clue what the definition of compromise actually was.
Her world was a cesspool of filth and beneath the surface, it was rotten to the core. Mankind was destroying themselves by polluting the very planet they called home and quarreled over its precious few resources like petulant children. As for herself, she was just passing through life, trying to survive as best she could, and trying to leave an impression for future generations by writing stories and blogs in the hopes that at least one person might be touched by the ancient ideals that many believed held no place in modern age.
So why? Why was she here? Why did the darkness want her to submit to its demands? What did it possibly see in her that would make her a threat? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became because there was so much missing from her mind. She felt this huge gap inside her head like something had been torn away or perhaps ripped away would describe it better. It felt raw and there was a searing pain where a part of her once resided.
There was no way for her to know what was supposed to be there or if she would ever get it back, but she did know one thing...a poem that oddly suited her current predicament and just like the poem, she would not simply give in. She would fight and she would win becauseā¦
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
