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Fiction Sample
Erin Nightingale
It comes. The words awoke it. They were inside it, around it, Darkness speaking with the
Called into being, the Dark entity, Night, clambered to its feet and stood upon a surface.
What comes? it asked the voice. Even as it asked, it felt the approach. Something was burning its
way through existence, causing Darkness to recoil and flee. It left change wherever it went, and
The enemy, Darkness responded. It claims our kingdom; it tampers and distorts creation.
It must not have dominion over what is ours. End it. Kill it. Destroy it.
The entity believed Darkness; it could feel for itself the way the invader passed through
and transformed creation. It stepped forward on the hard, uneven surface, but stopped in the next
I have formed you to do what I myself cannot, it said. The very nature of your existence
shall prove this to be so. But know that you are nothing without me. Remain faithful, and all my
A living heat churned within the entity, and it smiled. Pleasure. This was pleasure. In
flexing them, the entity discovered its arms, its hands, its fingers. Was it as powerful as Darkness
said?
It moved through Darkness, following something inside it that told it where the invader
was. It could feel the attacks on Darkness growing stronger with every step it took.
It walked on until it could go no farther, but all was unchanged. It sensed the continued
approach of the brutal outsider but could come no closer to it. Where was it? How might the
entity reach it? It turned its face upward and clenched its fists.
Existence thrummed with silent anticipation. Night felt what there was around it--this
immense, becoming space--charged with fear and impatience to match its own. It didn't know
what the newcomer would bring, but it knew it would not be pleasant. It could hear the far-off
screams of dying Darkness as the presence pushed closer, ever closer. Whatever could cause its
creator pain like this was something that required a swift end.
The screaming drew nearer as the invader ripped through the fabric of space. The entity
tensed itself in preparation for the coming battle. It opened its eyes. Saw its first sight of the
coming invader, still afar off. Saw the thing that did not make sense, the thing that should not be.
The invader descended in a matter of seconds. Light flooded every corner of creation,
forced itself into the smallest crack and crevice. The entity was powerless against its might.
It dove behind a small rise in the land, watching in horror as it came. The overhead void filled
with white, burning hotter and hotter and hotter, bringing everything into stunning relief. What
was there was brown and grey and hard, but the entity couldn't care less.
Heat pressed it into the ground until it began to suffocate, until it felt it would be pressed
back into nonbeing, back to how it had been before Darkness had called it awake. It couldn't bear
the thought. Hurt, invaded, exposed, it pushed itself up on its hands, forced itself against the
Its resonating, animallike howl brought back the stillness of before--the blessed
opposition that had been its birthplace. It felt the strength that dwelt within itself and used every
reserve of it to counterattack its omnipresent enemy. In that one, wordless shriek, Darkness
roared back against its blinding assailant, heaved against its massless mass, dug claws of cold
fury into its all-encompassing existence, and began to flood outward from this organized place.
It was instantaneous. Finally on equal footing, Light and Darkness began to battle in earnest. The
void they occupied, which extended far beyond what the Dark entity could sense, swirled and
mixed until neither force was distinguishable, until every part of existence was suffused with a
The Dark entity panted as it arose, blinking in the dimness. Even the indigo felt like
pebbles in its eyes, and it pressed its hands over its face to create a haven of Darkness.
Darkness. It could hear its progenitor's silent war efforts. Now so closely pressed together, both
forces continued to scream in pain and enmity within Night's mind. It knew that the only way to
put an end to this suffering was to do as Darkness had said. It must get rid of Light, force it back
to wherever it had come from. Only then could the entity be free.
You please me greatly, Night, its creator whispered. Now go. Do what you must.
Night knew it must make another attack on Light, but was unsure how to do so. Peering
between its fingers, it turned and surveyed its land for the first time. It was a rocky wasteland of
hills and ridges, interspersed by rushing, silvery liquid. Night turned to face downriver and
A column of white radiance swirled atop a nearby hillock, twinkling hypnotically in the
twilight. Night felt an immediate urge to seize it and extinguish it in a flood of Darkness, but the
Light pushed him back. It took everything the entity had just to take one step toward it. Even as
it watched, the pillar coalesced into a figure. A being. An entity of Light.
It was that moment, when the Dark entity beheld the Light one, that he knew he himself
was male. There was something about the Light entity, something soft and unspeakably pure,
behind her potent physical beauty, which bespoke her unadulterated femininity, and the Dark one
She was a creature of colored Light. He was a vacuum of achromatic Darkness. She had
come to transform everything she met. He existed to reclaim his own. She looked at him, and her
rosy face became home to a dazzling smile. Her blue and gold eyes glistened with happiness. He
looked upon her coldly, this insipid canker that had ruined his world, and he knew at once his
destiny.
His hands fell from his face, and her naked light scorched his eyes and skin, causing him
to groan in anguish. Holding his fists before him, he stalked slowly towards her, every part of
She did not move away as he approached her, but faced him evenly with her hand on her
hip.
She looked around, her sheet of silvery hair swishing about her hips. "I'm sure I would,"
she said. "If I had anywhere to go. Sadly, Light left me here, and now a world is forming around
He stomped forward, ready to shove her, to beat her, to do what he had to do to get her away,
when without a word she thrust her hand into the Light that surrounded her and withdrew a
gleaming sword that danced with fire. She swung it defensively in front of her. Night halted in
his tracks. He had never seen a sword, of course, but he could tell by the blade alone that it was
"I am Day," she proclaimed again, "daughter of Light, and I tell you that I cannot leave."
It was then that he became aware of his own aura for the first time. A thick outline of
uninterrupted Darkness. Enraged, he reached within it and pulled out a sword to oppose hers, a
"Then may this blade return you to nonbeing," he rasped, and swung with all his might.
Day parried, defending herself from his attack. And so continued the eternal struggle of Light
and Darkness.