Faith, Fire and Respite. A humbling Tale of Nocturnem its ponies, and strife.

// This will be a multi-part (hopefully series) about what I have spent too much time to be considered healthy on building. Thank you for your Patience. The somber sounds of a crackling fire filled the nights sky, the light reflecting off shimmering armor of silver and pure white. A looming figure sat upon a well worn in log, his face somewhat obscured by the fading light of the flames. However the light blue of his eyes, like that of frozen glaciers seemed to almost glow as he leaned forward. His long time Companion Maxim perched upon his shoulders. With his movement came the dull creak and protest of the old suit of armor. "I wish I could speak of everything in single night, but such a task not even possible by gods." He paused for a moment, scratching the owls tufts of feathers with his hoof. "Where to begin." His voice seemed to fade off, as slowly the flames grew once larger. One could almost see, shapes dancing within the flames images quickly flashing. Nocturnem, an alternate plane of existence. A realm shrouded in eternal darkness, but why has such come to be for these ponies and this whole realm? The answer perhaps not as easy as one may think, to get the answers one must start at the very beginning of time. The realm of Nocturne was created by 2 sibling gods, Nocturne (the name in which the realm would later receive its namesake from) and one known to only be called as the fleshed one. The brother gods lived much in peace, creating day and night and with it the very foundings of the first life of the realm. Nocturne, depicted frequently as a massive dark feathered owl ruled the nights of the realm. While the fleshed one, controlled the cycles of day. The fleshed one, once rumoured to be a great fox of magical beauty chased the sun through the skies. But he believed his brother Nocturne to be more loved then he, and with such pride in his own appearance and followers he began to slowly plot the demise of Nocturnes rule over the night. Hi9s vanity blinding him, the fleshed one began to lose sight of whom he was. The events slowly culminated to what the Nocturnem (the people of which professed their faith in Nocturne.) call the "Day of Last light". While the gods battled, the people were almost un-aware anything was going wrong minus the slow upstream of harsher weather. The fleshed ones followers began to build strange obelisks, which pierced the very heavens of the realm. Known as the teeth of the fox, upon the day of last light. The fleshed one, threatened to have there only be day, and drive the sun ever closer to the realm. Its common belief that Nocturne himself stole the sun from the fox, flying it far away from the realm. During this event however, Nocturne himself was gravely injured, and in his dying movements, he covered the realm with his wings to seal it into eternal darkness. While his brother, driven mad with power searches the stars for his missing sunlight. In his madness and rage the fox lost most of his fur and coat, only a deranged and sickened version of what he once was. His followers followed suit, mutated beyond what would be considered even a vague hold of what they once were. They still lurk the realm, seeking out the followers of Nocturne in order to avenge their mad god, some cross between demons and mutants they prowl at the very edge of the Nocturnems society.