Writing for The Labour challenge that won't be finished but oh wlelllll

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Aklin.

Long before the airs of our kind, leaned that of another. 
	Amorphous beings ruled this land. Lurking in the dark and frolicking about choosing which ever form they would like to take to stalk their prey. Following and taunting them throughout the shadows; only to let up when the light had shown upon their skin. As light was their only weakness, it bubbled and burned them so, with screams they would combust upon themselves if left there to long. Such a marvelous sight to see. 

They had learned better than to reveal themselves to the light long before the prey began to harness it. Curling up at the sky with glowing tendrils their light went. Evilly snaring the creatures who dared get too close to the prey who carried it. 

Then once the light had scared many far from their prey, new creatures were born in the darkness the flames left behind. Feeding on those who went out with or without out the defense of harnessable light. The beings once again rose to power over the prey. 

Folk tales and legends were told by the prey about these creatures. Demons, monsters, they finally settled on Aklin. They sought for methods to get rid of them, religion, technology, Science, all promised safety. Yet they forgot their only weakness. Impermeable to all but the rays that brought life. No one believed the older generation anymore. Their methods to get rid of Aklin thought of as foolish. How could light hurt what never was injured. How could something always there hurt these monstrosities?

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