A single candle flame, flickering alone against a sea of darkness. A single pillar of hope against a sea of evil. Or perhaps the last surviving spark of evil amongst a sea of good. Maybe it is truth amongst lies, or lies amongst truth. It could simply be light in darkness, two opposites surviving in harmony. Maybe they are really the same thing, or two halves of the same whole. Perhaps neither exists but are both illusions; or, by seeing them, we make them real.
Who knows? Who will ever know? Who would want to know?
A web of fate and destiny weaves its way through the world, so many paths, so many endings. It is a deathtrap, a journey of pain, and, yet, its beauty is infinite in the morning dew, its artwork so unique and enrapturing one cannot look away.
Many stories have been told. Stories of good, evil, darkness, light, betrayal, loyalty, heroism, nobility, peace, and war. My story is of many things: dark and light; future and past; confusion and guidance; but mostly of truth.
Honesty is a virtue in some places. In others, it simply has its place. The truth is glorified in many stories past, the beacon of all goodness. Rarely do these stories show its darkness -forgive my use of the word- but show it as purely positive. But, for all its glory, the deepest of truths rarely come without a steep price. However, its rewards can be most valued- or despised.
Every one is born with a gift, a value or ability that is unique to them. Or perhaps it is a curse. I got the gift of truth. And yet, I was the utmost deceiver, the most deceived. I was manipulated, beguiled, tricked; I manipulated, beguiled, and tricked others.
Yet all life has it's twists and turns, a labyrinth of choice and destination, danger, safety, and everything else. You never know what is lurking around the corner until it manifests at its chosen time; you only know what has happened in the past, and anticipate the future based off that experience.
Some have the gift of sight, the ability to see that labyrinth and its twists and choices. But they cannot see clearly- they simply see different possibilities, not which will be chosen or what path will bring one there.
A millennia ago, they say a two ravens walked the world, one white, the other black. The black one saw through all illusions, but was a creature of shadow, deception. The other saw through every truth into the lie it could be or already was, but was a beast of light and honesty. They walked the earth in peace, until, one day, a great evil came forth. It hunted them relentlessly, forcing the birds into hiding. In order to remain hidden, they changed their forms: one into a white-winged man, the other into a dark-winged woman. They flew to opposite ends of the world, to the purest forms of light and darkness, and there established their domain.
What came of them, no one ever knew. They simply disappeared and never returned. Some say they died, others that they finally found peace. Yet more say that perhaps they are still among us. Who will ever know?
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