Short Stories

Prompt #27

A/N - This one is a little short, I liked the idea, but really couldn't figure out where I wanted to go next with it. I felt like if I forced myself to write more of it, the quality of writing would get worse, so I left it where it is.

Maybe you guys can think of a better ending?

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

They taught me to fear the dark.

They forgot to mention what happens in the light.

Darkness. A primal fear ingrained in mankind from the very beginning of time. We fear the dark because we do not know what lurks within it, the dangers and the demons lying in wait to rupture our souls and scare us half to death. We clung to light like it was holy, the only thing that would purify the things hoping to harm us and a lot of times it did, many things could be chased away by the sunlight.

So why now, decades and decades in the future, are people attracted to the shadows, the darkness. Why do some of us seek it's comfort, its all encompassing void to hide us from the light?

Maybe because we were never told the power of the light, it's true effect on us.

Humanity is not the only thing that has evolved, the light has too.

When stepping out into the sunshine, sunshine that has matured over millennia, the light fuses with the cells within our skin and overpowers both human mind and soul. It's heat expedites our internal thermometer and when you expect your skin to blister and burn, it smooths over and strengthens, the light swallows you in it's heat. Baked in the light you are reborn.

Nobody will ever tell you this though, you must have the courage to discover it on your own.

Instead tales of missing people are spread throughout the communities, of how when people step into the light they are forever blinded, forever lost to the unknown and never return, blindly wandering the world of danger outside. But the truth is, people don't return because they can't, because they must remain in the light that gives them their power save they lose it and suffer a painful end. Morphed into immortal and almost heavenly beings, humans must forfeit their mortality as a lurker in the shadows to become a being of light.

But there was a loop hole. A woman, pregnant as a mortal, stepped into the light. It gave her and her child their immortal strength, but when the child was born he was no child of either, a mortal life with the strength and durability of the light. He was different.

I was different.

As soon as I could talk, my freewill was boundless and I frequently travelled between light and dark, sharing tales of one another's worlds and spending my youth erasing fears of those who had believed their family members had been lost to time completely. The community called me sacred, a gift and blessing for them, but others soon caught onto my parents method. Soon there were children after children being born to both worlds and I was no longer special.

Just the first.

The first of a new generation that became favoured over the immortal. Nobody wanted the light's true power anymore because then they must obey it and humans did not like being obedient creatures forever. Our community morphed into a amalgamation of each life, of those who lurked in the dark, those who had been transformed by the light and the children who shared both worlds.