Call me : Darkness

Chaos

Aurora thrashed in The Darkling's arms. His cool skin burnt like fire on contact with Aurora's forehead.

"Le' me go!" The young grisha shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Take her away," Mal hissed and Alina subconsciously wiped a tear from her eye before it slipped out.

The Darkling looked away, he had to. There was nothing that could've been done at that moment.

Alina was in the tracker's clutches, one wrong move from the shadow summoner and she might as well be a hostage.

Love was a word unclear to the dark haired man.

He was unaware of the potential it bestowed. For him, potential had always been power. For him, power bought everything - fame, glory, comfort of women.

But this was different.

All this while he believed in the power Alina had, the power he hungered for. He toyed with the sun summoner, for her power.

In that game, was it really Alina that lost?

Who felt crushed at the moment?

Probably both grisha.

Everything that he said, was it really just the part of the act?

You're the first glimmer of hope I've seen in a really long time.

Hope.

Hope.

Centuries spent alone and in the void of the gruesome truth that he would always be alone. For years he made himself believe that one day his lonesome life would come to an end - and on that day, he would be king. By any means, his entire existence was meant to rule.

But was it really Ravka he was destined to rule? Or was it the heart of another lonesome summoner.

If it was really just a game. If he really had toyed with Alina.

Then this was just losing.

"Mama!" Aurora's shrill voice broke his thoughts.

"Yeah - we'll-we'll come back for her, yeah?" He rambled.

This was unlike the former heretic.

He never stammered.

But the brown eyes he had always hoped to find comfort in were burning him.

Oh Alina, she could've burnt the entire world with her light - yet she chose to set herself aflame.

Those soft caramel eyes, they glistened with tears.

The Heretic's own eyes had water pooled in them.

Tears?

When did he last feel that? The watery feeling of salt drenching his eyes?

It was an unwelcomed feeling, yet it was different - it made him feel different.

Power wasn't everything, was it?

Drowned in sorrow, confusion, anger, shadows doused the man and the child.

The faint sound of a young girl still screaming was perfectly audible. But it was unheard by everyone, it had to be unheard by everyone.

Then the impossible happened.

Suffocating her entire life, drowned beneath the pile of emptiness, Aurora broke.

Torment and heartache doused the only flicker of flame that kept the young girl alive.

The warm touch of her mother, the pleasant comfort of her home - everything was flooding away....because of her.

Was this floating? Or had she already drowned and this was the peculiar line below?

Drowning.

Drowned.

Pain.

So much pain.

The tears weren't stopping.

This wasn't a nightmare, this was the hardcore truth. The truth that was so dense, so devastating.

In the end, what did broke the child born of a mistake done in a room doused with shadows and light?

Was it pain? Suffering? Emptiness?

Light brust from her whole body. The heat accumulated in her petite self churned within the threads of light that shot all across the room.

Curtains of shadows were shattered and scattered like snow.

A raucous cry broke past her lips, but it was not of the girl drowned in dispair - but belonged to the grisha thriving in chaos.

Chaos was all she knew, and if chaos was everything she was given - it might as well be taken.

Aurora threw her hands outwards and waves after waves of light followed.

The Darkling pooled the room in shadows but Aurora effortlessly doused them.

The shadows were born of greed, but the light was born of chaos.

Chaos is the most dreadful animal, an animal impossible to put on leash, an animal which can tear you apart.

She wasn't an angel is disguise because there are no angels of devils. All there is and ever will be are people.

Do monsters make war? Or do war make monsters?

If they wanted her to be the villain, she might as well be one.

Finally, the shadows encased a glowing Aurora.

But she was like the Aurora belts, not fated to be tamed in a box but destined to be high up in the sky.

The light tinge of glow that had still remained with her thinned rapidly.

All her life - what had she ever done to upset her parents?

The light buzzed at her command, a command Aurora didn't realize she was giving.

Just as The Darkling was about to grasp the child in his arms again, an arc of light striked out.

It rushed outwards and it was brighter than anything anyone had seen. But it wasn't meant to be bright.
Only Aurora saw the red rage and chaos within it.

Before anyone would contemplate the actions, before The Darkling could stop the blade of light, it lashed out at Malyen.

The surprise on the tracker's face was belated, his left eye and ear, along with the rest of the left sided body fell on one end.

That day - that moment - that second, there was a summoner, not born of a mistake or love, but born out of chaos