To fear the dark is not to fear the darkness itself, but what lurks there.
But what does lurk there? What creeps and crawls, slithers and stalks, watches and waits? Something dangerous? Something frightening? Something more?
Something secret?
On one Sunday night, you found what lurked there. Perhaps it found you. Either way, both of you are now simply two halves of a whole, two sides of a moon, two names of one being.
Where did you find it?
A. Beneath your bed. You saw it in your dreams.
B. Beneath the sea. It sang to you in crashing waves.
C. Above the sky. It wrote in the stars.
When you saw it, it was:
A. Caged. It will be freed.
B. Sleeping. It will be awoken.
C. Dead. It will be reborn.
A caged Thing is the easiest to bring into the world, yet the least powerful and among the youngest of the Things.
A sleeping Thing is guaranteed entrance into the world, yet it is the hardest to maintain before it sleeps again.
A dead Thing is from before time, and before the concept of life was created. It is the hardest to convince to live, yet it is akin to a god.
It spoke to you, and it gave you its:
A. Face. One side is frighteningly beautiful, the other beautifully frightening.
B. Voice. Command like a king, whisper like a shadow.
C. Body. Though it becomes twisted and hollow like a gnarled glade, you are unchained by biology.
Now your name is its name, and its name yours. Perhaps they will be sung in worship, or feared forever, or lost in eternity, only found in the deepest, darkest dreams.
What are they?
Mortal Name:Thing's Title: (Examples: The Hunger Unending, Star-crowned Sleeper, She of the Sunken-Heavens.)