The light went out a long time ago.
For a while, it seemed like the end of days. It felt like everything was crumbling.
There were those who thrived in the dark. It had already been their natural habitat for such a long time. Thieves. Rapists. Murderers.
Society was a thing of the past. There was only chaos.
Those of us who survived the early dark had to learn quickly. Very quickly. We had to fight for our lives. Learn how to take territory, and how to keep it. How to survive. How to thrive in the dark.
How to be like them.
It was that realisation that prompted us to build this city. Many died for the land upon which we laid our foundations, never to see the light again. Many more have died to defend it, and the fight is not over. But we remain, and we remain in hope.
We will not give in to the darkness. We await the return of the light. Upon our bones, Lumina was built. By our strength, Lumina stands.
I name you Sol, my son, my sun. One day you will see yourself reflected in the sky.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Not exactly a self contained story, this one, but perhaps a snippet to be built on sometime in the future. It would have been posted earlier, but I had a sudden urge to draw something to go along with it.)