Star Beings: Dawn

An ancient line

Silver and gold.
Two precious metals, revered for their value on both Earth And Worlomands. Both symbols of money and class.
And now they're clashing as Hade and I stand toe to toe in the apartment lobby, glaring at each other as my challenge rings out. A smile slowly creeps across their face.
"Oh I'll prove it alright."
"HADE!!!"
"Shut it Gabe," the orange Star Being huffs, their eyes darting over to their friend. They slowly look back at me, their silver and bronze eyes full of judgment. They're sizing me up, searching for weak points. Yet I know whatever they see is likely their own arrogance consuming them, poisoning their vision.
"So... would you like to go to the training room or-"
Hade both cuts me off and answers my question in one swift punch, which I dodge easily. Hade has a wild look in their eyes. The look of a bloodthirsty maniac who could care less if they killed someone, AKA me.
They send a blast of fire my way. I block it with the tile floor off to my right and bolt towards the doors leading outside. At the very least I can make sure that the only people getting injured today are Hade and/or me.
I hear my feet crunch on the volcanic gravel under my feet. I can hear the sound of Hade's  platforms chasing after me. That's when I see a shadowy area under a tree, and an idea begins to take root in my mind.
We're in a dormant volcano, the mouth of which casts a giant shadow over everything inside. I reach out, grabbing whatever pieces of it I can, tugging at them like a child yanking on a curtain while their parents are distracted.The shadows solidify, the silky strands intertwining into a cape that wraps itself around me, hiding me from Hade's keen eyes.
"Where are you Timor? Hiding isn't very-"
I pounce on them, the shadows unfurling from my shoulders and twisting into long, and sharp, daggers.
"It's called being tactical, Carson."
Hade scrambles out of the way at the last second, daggers sinking into the soft earth where they stood.
"Christ above, mate!"
"What was that about being weak?"
Hade and I circle each other like two wolves hungry for the same piece of meat, with our teeth bared and minds focused. Our eyes never leave each other's faces.
"What's wrong, Timor? Too afraid to make the first move?"
"No, are you?"
Hade stops moving, and I do the same.
Silver and gold...
My my, how we clash.

Hade throws themself at me, a switchblade suddenly in their hand. We both go to the ground struggling, Hade trying their hardest to stab some non-fatal part of me and me attempting to not get stabbed. After thirty seconds of tussling, I finally gain the sense to form a knife of my own. Then, we're both still, with HAde holding their blade at my throat and mine at theirs.
We're both panting, sweating, and grinning like maniacs.
"What's wrong, Carson? Too afraid to make the first move?" I ask in a mocking tone.
Hade only smiles wider.
"Nah. Are you?"
"Fuckin GAY!"
Hade turns their head, looking back at DJ.
"Murphy, what the f-"
I clock them right across the cheek, their entire body going in the same direction as the blow. As they hit the ground, I lean over them and whisper in their ear.
"Call me weak again and I won't hesitate to kick your ass next time."
With that little sentiment, I stand, brush myself off, and look over to DJ, who is doubled over and laughing her ass off. I don't bother to help Hade up and, instead, go back inside the apartment lobby. However, I immediately regret that choice when I see Elian standing there looking furious. Instead of confronting the consequences of my actions, I turn on my heel and start to walk back outside.
"Get back here, young lady."
Upon hearing that, I break into a full on sprint.
"Anaideia Estelle Timor!"
Now, getting full named is never good, but it is far more terrifying when it's your uncle using a dad voice you didn't even know he had.
I'm careful as I run, watching out for the sharp volcanic stones poking through the grass. I can feel the warm air in my lungs, and I can smell the salty sea air that sneaks its way in through the cave systems.
Speaking of cave systems, that may be a good place to hide. I blindly rush inside, not paying attention to where I turn, what direction I'm going, or even pay attention to any sort of marker to help me find my way out. My mind is too muddled by fear to care. When the cloud over my brain finally clears, a new kind of panic sets in.
"Where the hell am I?"
The cave is dark, and I can barely see. I can't see. I can't see and I can't do anything because I can't conjure light. I can only manipulate shadows. My breath comes out in short, sharp bursts and my knees begin to shake. My head is swimming. I feel like I'm about to puke.
"No... No, please... Not now... Why now?"
I slump against the wall, my whole body shaking. Suddenly I'm that little kid locked in a closet again, banging the door until my knuckles bleed  and begging to be let out. Father... Eligio had locked me in there after I had made a mistake during practice. He said that it would teach me a lesson. Instead, it instilled a deep fear in me. The worst kind of fear someone like me could have:
I'm afraid of the dark.