Whiteout

Ch: 6 burning

I light upon those halls again.

I love the stories embedded in those walls.

But already, all that set eyes upon me turn hard and cold.

Burning ice.

Fiery swords.

Brother lands behind me.

The shadow is pressing up closer.

Today... today brother looks radiant, triumphant.

He's been thinking about someone, a purple shadow.

He's never met her before yet he knows her. I know her too.

The purple shadow... it is strange.

It is a mist that dances through the darkest shadows, unscathed and yet unable to help her loved ones.

The soft, swirling mist about her emanates none of the darkness a shadow does. It's just calm and smooth.

Made from concentration, sadness, fear and love.

It veils the storm that rages inside her head.

I can see I do something with this purple shadow, she is here to protect brother from the swarming shadow too. She could help me.

I haven't met her yet, but brother is beaming off so much light i'm sure I'll see her today.

Time passes as I listen to the woes hidden in the walls, I feel the flurry of brightly colored thoughts pass behind me.

It bores me to listen to endless streams of hate, pouring out of every snobby apathetic dragon that sets their eyes on me.

I'm trying to keep the shadow from clouding my head, It is a monster that needs to be kept at bay.

Then, brother shines.

So bright and happy that the shadow can't get close.

I follow his gaze to the calm, sad purple mist.

And there she floats, equally happy, yet the sober mist hides is slightly.

They linger together for a second, then their colors clash.

Bonded like they were meant to be.

I think I like this new dragon, and more important I trust her.

Sage grattitude would be pouring out of me right now if I didn't have this shell.

This dragon could be the key to saving brother.

This dragon will see the shadows and push into the light.