The dark is sweet, yet the light is sweeter

by BananaQueen88

The room was pleasant. Clean and large enough for a aimple dresser, desk, bed and pair of chairs. Upstairs and away from the smells of the street- also remarkably soundproof, almost like magic. She said as much to Sampson and he laughed in his drunkenness. "Yeah, they attract some apostate mages 'ere, people don't report 'em to the templars." Mages? What. "What?"

1. Prologue

I recognise that this work was produced on the traditional lands of the Kaurna and Ngadjuri peoples.

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Arrival. It's a strange word for an event.

Yet much too large a word.

You see, it encompasses far, far too many, potential methods, mood's, modals and realities. Arrival can be sudden, it can be small, it can be big. It's violent, calm, bloody, cruel, kind, hated, worshiped, long, desired, long desired and much more.

Such a word, and simply far too much meaning – just; too much encompassed in its meaning!

'Our entrance tonight was pleasant'.

Relaxed and familiar.

'The coming of the lord's wrath unto the pilgrim.'

Large. Cataclysmic, even, should one indulge.

'We're here'.

Simple.

Concise.

A homely staple. We've all said it.

Just –

Much too large a word, arrival.

And Victoria's, that night, was as sudden as it was unjustified…

Indeed, she doesn't fully recollect how her arrival happened; just that she had planned on resting for the day, had only just entered her rooms in her uncle's apartment, and then–

'Pop'

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