The Rider of Murk
Warning!! Spoilers ahead!!
"Fear. It is such a powerful force and yet, can be born from the tiniest of things. It could be the crack of a branch or a drop of rain. It could even be born of silence. Silence. The sound of emptiness. The sound of loneliness, of solitude. It is the sound that does not communicate a thing to it’s listener. It swells and stirs, It makes minutes into hours and indifference into judgment. Yes, silence can breed the most terrifying fear that moves the masses and changes minds. The world is pushed on by a silent hand guiding and shaping lives, pulling and pushing fate one way or another. Is that hand you? Or is it me?"
--Murk
Let me tell you the frightening tale of the Rider. So feared were they throughout all of the Thicket, everyone had seen the deadly work of their hands.
The destroyer, the bringer of death, the spoiler of life. The Rider--or Murk--made it their mission to dispose of anything unrealistic. They acted as a tyrannical dictator, dealing death around the table to gain order and stability. Spreading The Sickness--Also Called Murk I was mistaken to think they were nothing but a silly villain.
Isn't that what we all think? We think everything is easy... Everything is safe... but my underestimation of the Rider proved catastrophic.
Everything burned. The fires of unchecked content filtration and hatred for what my writing couldn't be. What I thought it couldn't be. The lovely place I had created as a safe haven burned and it was all due to my cocky self doubt. I let Murk get in and ravage my world till it was nothing but ash. I let my self ravage and tare down my own world.
You are the biggest threat to your own story. There is a creator and a destroyer in all of us. They have their place, but Murk took hold of my heart and began to discourage the creator. I began to destroy. It was not the villain but me. I was the biggest threat to my own characters disguised in dark dingy green rags. I can not express the remorse that stuck a dagger in my heart when Murk drew back their hood to reveal my own face.
I have now changed my ways. I know things now and I will never go back. The villain has come and gone. There is no need to go back to the past and bring them back. Why would we destroy when we can also grow? I have seen and done many things I can not understand, but from the time granted to me in my own story, I believe I finally understand. The secret to everything is to grow, not destroy. To hold the power that I posses with the utmost care. I have been told I make a very bad supreme being, but I am learning. I am learning.
--Briar Blake
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