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“The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.” - Adolf Hitler

1.

I walk in the dark. I hide here…waiting. I see all that walk in the light. Most of them, if not all of them, fear me. People fear what they cannot see.

I examine the beings in the light. They watch the darkness from the corners of the eyes, pretending I do not exist. They take ten paces around the shadows instead of walking though them; it’s just enough to let me know that deep down they believe.

Perhaps it is I that fears the light, but not the light itself…only the questions it will bring. I fear the questions as much as they fear my talons will pull them asunder.

There are those that walk the shadowline. They also believe…only they do not fear me, I find admiration in their lack of dread; not contempt and hate as I do for the Lumineers.

I know the Lumineers tell tales of the horrible things that happen in the darkness. They tell their children “Do not play too close to the darkness, for they will take you. When they snatch you from the light, you will be tortured. You will be shown things no Lumineer should see. Your mind will be twisted to look back into the light and be fooled into thinking your family you knew are the foulest of creatures. You will learn to hate your ancestors as if you have never lived or breathed the same life.” They will tell their children that all of these things will be done to change their hearts against their own blood, when it finally comes time for the Great War, they will not know their true origins.

They tell their children these stories about us…because they are true.

“A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.” -Napoleon Bonaparte

2.

I walk in the light. I do not fear the darkness; I do mind its existence. There are far fewer places to walk when in the darkness. The Dimmed Ones fear normality.

I take my children to the Hall of Lux, so they may see the statues of the Dimmed Ones. So they may know the face of true evil. They know to stay clear of the shadows. They know the fate that waits in the skewed angles of the gloom.

The Greymen walk the lines. One foot in light…one in blackness. The young Lumineers ask why they do not slip into the void; grabbed from the safety of the light and put to work in the dusk mines.

The Elders believe the ones in the darkness want to destroy us so much, that they do not pay attention to the Greymen. The Elders say we only know what we know about the Dimmed Ones because of the journeys of the GreyMen. Swimming and climbing in the Abyss we dare not see.

How foolish we are to think the Greymen have not spoken of us and our world to the Dimmed Ones.

Perhaps that is why both sides let the people that walk the line continue their existence.

The Hall of Lux is where our secrets are kept; Secrets that will destroy the Dimmed Ones in the Great War. We keep them highly guarded, even from ourselves. For when it comes to the day of purification, the light will hold true.

“Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.”
– Mahatma Gandhi

3.

I walk the shadowline. Harmony and Balance. One sole in wholeness, one sole in emptiness. Which is which only by perspective.

Greymen…Line Dancer. I have a few names, but only one that I call myself. If we live in a world that needs nicknames to dull our origins…I will call myself, the middle man.

The Lumineers and the Dimmed Ones have long since forgotten they were once all brothers and sisters. Cut from the same cloth if you will. Both sides believe in the middle men, but what they fail to realize. I’m the only Line Dancer…I’m the only Greyman.

I was once a child of the light…and educated in the Hall of Lux about the Dimmed Ones. Then I shed my skin to hide my identity so that I may travel into the dark and speak to the Noir King.

One is a people of life and happiness. One is a people of impending death. Which is which only by perspective.

Both sides lived with the knowledge of the other for ages. Then they learned of the news of the looming Great War.

You see…sometimes evil is not defined. And the times that it is…we are so blinded we don’t see…or we don’t want to see.Due to fear and going unnoticed, I could begin the idea of the Great War. I will wait until It begins and they rip each other’s eyes from their sockets. They will feast on the blood of their brothers. Bodies will fall into the Twilight Gorge. Never will either side see me sit on my throne. It is I, which walks the shadows, that is the embodiment of evil…say true.