Shadows of Truth

Dark shadows of lies flew like black snowflakes on a winter day.

At first they were small lies, small misguided moments of untruth but as they grew in size and depth they became dangerous. 

Lie gathered upon lie to form a drift of pure misery that would remain to taunt all those who chose to believe in them.

Shaped into reality the lies sometimes looked real to many who saw them, but the evil ones knew exactly what they were and the power they gave. 

Reading or listening to the lies was an art not taught to many, it was more of where to start that was important, perhaps more than the content. 

Different chosen ones began retelling the lies in many places and so the stories that grew were different while the content was similar. 

Each faction believed its own stories and held that all others were nothing but lies, which in fact they all were. 

Time shaded and darkened the gaps until all the stories made from the drift of lies became real to those who read or heard  them. 

Minds darkened, refusing to accept that other stories were possible. 

When those minds became so dark and twisted that nothing was thought to be real bar the stories, then came the wars. 

Man against man, beast against beast until all the lies were laid to rest and there was not one person or beast left to make a story.

The lies had won as they always do.

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