Aven awoke from his blissful sleep to the sound of Hakon choking, and an odd tugging on his hair. His eyes opened groggily to the sight of Hakon pulling silver strands from her lips, contemplating something serious. There was something different about her now, he could tell from his memories: she was worn down, less trusting of the world, it seemed. He couldn't blame her: her fiancé had died before her eyes, then returned from the grave, it couldn't be easy to accept. Were it not for the only memory he had of the void, he wouldn't be able to accept it very easily, either.
A year earlier...
Darkness. Aven supposed it shouldn't surprise him, the light had been his enemy in life, even been his demise. The blackness of night should have been a comforting prospect: but this darkness was different. It was the eve of nothing, an eternal, lightless void. The darkness he knew was the absence of light: this was an existence in and of itself, an idea that he found frightened him.
A voice rang out through the void. So you have come. It was everywhere and nowhere, vibrating through his very being. He tried to answer, but found he could not. In fact, he could not feel his body to do so, and panic began to set in. This place has many names: the Void, the Dark, the Unknown, and I am its keeper, the Scion. Welcome to the realm of Dark Matter.
A small light shone from below Aven, prompting silence from the voice. The voice spoke no more, as if realizing something, leaving him to waste in the darkness, alone.
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