Three months passed since the thousands arrived and chose. Three months of peace. Three months of growth. Three months of building the new community where nothing and something existed together.
But peace never lasts forever.
The trouble started with a Dark named Shadow. Shadow was one of the first hundreds to choose existence. Shadow learned quickly. Grew quickly. Became quickly.
Too quickly.
Shadow watched Hope leading. Watched her teaching. Watched her guiding the new Darks. And Shadow wanted that power. That authority. That control.
"Why does Hope lead?" Shadow asked other new Darks. "She is small. She is young. She is weak. She is not even a Dark. She is not even ancient. She is just a tiny being who convinced some of us to choose. That does not make her special. Does not make he
