A Light in the Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 23, 2016

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 It was all he knew. This abyss of darkness surrounding him, whoever he was. He never even knew his own name. Only this abyss. He himself wasn't positive he existed at all. But he kept walking through the valley of the shadow of death. He thought once, in the centuries he walked through the dark, that perhaps he was death.

Yet, he kept going. As he went on, he noticed something far off in the distance. But already, it was blinding. He felt a twinge of fear in him, a fear of the unknown. But an overwhelming fascination drove him forward. As he drew closer, he was forced to shield his eyes from this blinding, glowing light. His trepidation was evident in his cautious steps. He couldn't help but to notice, only for a second, that he was darkness.

Then, his vision cleared. He saw there, a snow white lily, growing between cracks that would have otherwise been indistinguishable. He got down on his knees and he caressed the petals gently with his pitch-black fingers. He began to weep, as the petals glowed at his touch. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed another light explode into the abyss.

He glanced back at the flower he caressed and he plucked from it's roots. The roots did not come with it, but the flower did not lose it's glow. He set out to the new glowing light, the flower in hand. Once he reached it, he plucked it again. Another glowing light, a little farther off, burst into existence. He ran to it.

This happened again and again and again, until he noticed somthing else off in the distance. A glowing light brighter than the bouquet of lilies he held. His eyes had adjusted somewhat and he noticed it seemed to be... a city. He went for it, bouquet gripped tightly in his hands.

When he reached the city, he found a girl. He stopped dead in his tracks. She seemed to be looking for something and when she noticed him, she stopped.

"Oh, hello! You have the exact flowers I need!" she beamed.

He felt uncomfortable. He'd never spoken to anyone before.

"H-hello, um..." he looked down at the bouquet and he offered them to her, "do you want them?"

She ran up to him and gently took the bouquet from his clawed fingers. She beamed at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said uncomfortably, shuffling his feet.

"You're different! I've never seen anyone like you before! You've even got horns! That's really cool!" She rambled, but he wasn't listening. He was stunned. His hands traveled up to his head and, as she said, there were horns.

"I should show you around! Come on!" She gestured with her head toward the city. That's when he noticed that she had wings. Beautiful, feathered wings. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before.

"You're not afraid of me?" he asked.

Calmly, the girl went up to him. She grabbed his clawed hand and she tugged him lightly toward the city. "Let me show you around."

He couldn't believe it, but he followed her. The city amazed him, he could finally see. The city was golden, all the bricks were of gold. He was amazed at the architecture, he drank in every vision that he could. Every so often, he would notice that out of the corner of his eye, she would turn to smile at him. Then, turn back and keep going.

The city wasn't vacant. But no eyes were on him. There were people, like this girl, laughing and joking among each other. Smiling, true brilliant smiles. Laughter.

The girl would point things out to him. The market, the houses, the everything. But she was leading him to the castle. Once he understood that, he felt reluctant. He tried to pull away from the girl, but her grip only tightened.

"It's okay," she assured him. "You don't have to be afraid."

Her words calmed him and he allowed her to drag him through the palace doors. She sat him down at a table with a glorious, sparkling chandelier overhead. He couldn't take his eyes off it. She touched his shoulder and squeezed it gently, the lilies still in her other hand.

"You're home now."


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