Sol Victus by mg

The story begins in a world where people are living in harmony with nature while worshipping the Sun as the source of all life.
The day begins with a hymn that the village people sing to give praise to the morning Sun. The song echoes throughout each biome of the Sun's domain. From the forest, to the coral reef, all the way to a snowy lake. Just like the vivacious song in it's name, the Sun's casts light all within the realm blessing everything it touches with life. Upon the end of the day begins the festival of the Winter solstice. The villagers dance around a large bonfire playing their drums along with reed pipes and animal horns as the sun sets on the horizon. Swept up jubilee they were, when a dark crescent appeared across the Sun's berth and it began to weep a foul darkness from within. One by one the people turn their focus and the music solemnly lulls into contemplative quietude. Faces turn from awe and confusion, to horror and despondent grief. Unbeknownst to the people of the Sun, a cult born of darkness had been growing and sought to stamp out the tyranny of light. An occult ritual had been performed in order to kill the Sun.
The villagers watch as their Sun, rather than setting to rest for tomorrow, falls from the sky and the world plunges into darkness. Priests, monks and other spiritualists cry out to their people to take refuge. Without the balancing powers of the Sun's divinity the barrier between the material realm and the spirit realm had been broken. The forest had disintegrated into a poisonous ashen mist. The Sun itself became a dark husk and fell into the ocean, nestling itself into the coral reef. Creatures of the deep are thriving in the darkness of the abyss that is now the sea. The snow lake has frozen over without the warmth of the Sun. All that remains is a desolate wasteland in a perpetual snowstorm. The surviving people, however, never gave up hope. They braved the changes of the world and found the truth. The Sun they loved was not truly dead. Although the world was stricken with chaos, life remained present. The survivors gathered together to pray to the cardinal spirits, the elementals of the Earth. "O Water, O Earth, O Air, O Fire. Please give us your blessing and heal this world from ruin. Let the Sun be reborn anew. Let us feel the warmth of love once more."
After their prayer the cry of the Earth and the howling winds soften into quietness. As the people embrace each other in anticipation a light begins to shimmer at the edge of the world. A full spectrum of light more beautiful than they had ever seen danced all over the sky. Every color returned to life more vibrant and deep. The villagers wept with joy and began to sing again.

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