Light flooded the world, emptiness was swept back, and Souls of Light and Souls yet not inhibiting the Dark knew joy. Darkness grew greater than Light and terror was borne in the heart of the Souls inhabiting the Light, fighting away the Dark and succeeding in schackling the Souls of Dark to the Light. Tides of Light and Dark grew into being and an endless cycle was borne.
Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.
What if the cycle could be broken? The cycle came into being because of the actions of a long dead God, who could say something similar could not happen again? After the end of nothingness something began, but before that, a different truth was established.
Even nothing has an end.
Pondering upon these thoughts was a great man full of ambition, brother to a King who walked the same path as the one who walked the path of the long dead God of Light.
In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of grey crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons...
He saw it perhaps in a dream, a vision of something certain to have existed. The legends of old that were said to explain how the world came to be, yet legends they were. Nothing could be proven, nothing could be disproven yet Lords have to have walked on the roads of ages past. They had to have.
He fashioned himself a man of science searching for the truth of this world. His brother fashioned himself a man searching for that very same thing, yet the man named Aldia knew that his brother held ambition for something he saw as grander than the truth in his heart. What was it that his brother wanted he wondered, when the search for truth was the grandest mystery the world had? Prying apart the grip of long dead fingers that grasped the truth to the corpse of this world's chest was the grandest desire one could have...
The Archtrees, the Dragons, the Fog and the Crags...
He was a man obsessed. He was a man enraptured by his research. He loved nothing more than the truth. The truth was a lie.
The man felt empty. Hopeless. Devoid of Want.
That was always what it all returned to, wasn't it? So thought Aldia as he looked at the man, for what else could they be?
This curse, this curse can not be stopped. It was no curse, there was no escape. To be human was to be a lie, truth was your enemy and death the only cure. The origin point that is Dark consumes the personality that lies within a lie of Light. Humans fear this fact, yet... they could also conquer that fear and face it head on.
That is only possible because of the lie within the Light.
Life, death, undeath or nothing at all, what was the point?
Was there even a point in the first place?
Why should there even be a point when nothing existed before something?
Why would he care?
What should he care about?
What...
What does he Want?
What do Humans Want?
What does Aldia Want?
Why does Aldia Want?
The fact remains
That Aldia
Wants.
Like a moth to a flame, humans chase after their Wants without really knowing why, chasing after what they desire over all else, willing to abandon all else for their Want. To be Human is to be a vessel for Want, no matter it's grand illusion, Humans chase their Wants even after being confronted with the truth of their pointless existence.
Who said that it was pointless?
A Hollow?
Is a Human not Hollow because of their Want?
Is a Hollow a Human even lacking their Want?
In truth, these questions do not matter
Humans simply are
Without really knowing why.
Aldia looked at yet another soul in search for something, and spoke;
No one has come this far, not for a very long while.
Young Hollow, do you wish to shed this curse?
Then accept the fate of your ilk, and face the trials that await you.
Unless, you have already joined the crestfallen.