Darkness. It's all that I am--all that anyone is. The Darkness consumes all; none can escape. I float amid the swirling blackness, feeling it coalesce around me like mist. Despite being surrounded by nothingness, I feel strangely at peace. Safe. Welcome. The Darkness has always been my friend, protecting me from the wrath of my father. I often hid in its cloaking arms, soothed by the simple truth that he couldn't hit what he couldn't see.
Then, out of the void, something takes shape. First, it's just two pinpricks of light--sinister red light. They grow, coming closer, until I see that they are eyes, eyes that burn with a cruel hatred, aimed at me. I shriek as the rest of the face comes into view. It is made of pure evil, and all that is wrong with our world. Hate is its feet, anger its hands, murder its arms, cruelty its mouth, fear its heart. It is a demon risen from the depths of Hell, come for me.
I am not ready to die.
Mere minutes ago, I was prepared to end it all. Now, however, I know I am not done living. Maybe my life is terrible, and I deserve everything my father does to me, and the world would be better off without me, but I'm not ready to go.
The beast roars, thirsty for my blood. Then, out of the horrid mouth, come monsters. Each one bears the face and voice of my father, but they are hunched over, their bodies twisted and radiating wickedness. Some hold whips with which to scourge me, others baring their teeth and snarling with feral pleasure. I knew then there was no escape.
I wanted nothing more than to curl up there, on my little cloud of mist, and let them come. But some tiny portion of me, some small kernel of bravery, refuses to let me give up. I find myself standing, in a stance of defiance, my fists clenched at my side. In one hand I feel a small, slender object, smooth and round, like a pencil. I look down and see a long stick that fit perfectly with my stature.
'Use the wand,' my subconscious urges. I want to protest that I don't know how, that magic isn't even real and even if it were I certainly didn't possess it. Instead, however, I find myself lifting the wand and shifting into a readied stance, eyeing the horde of demonic faces warily.
A flash, a screech, a guttural growl, and suddenly the apparent army surges forward. Wolves are in the mix, wolves with half-human bodies and dark, uncanny black pits for eyes.
Light flashes from the wand, a bolt of lightning surging up into the sky. It rends the world apart; the blackness breaking up into fragments, the malicious army consumed by blinding white light.
I feel myself falling, my eyes closing, and my muscles easing. My hand lets go of the wand, and I give way to the dark, strange world of Night.
A/N
Again, it's really short--like so short I should really make it longer, but I'm not ready for the next part yet! I'm so so sorry, but I promise I'll update again today or tomorrow. I'm not even going to set a comment/vote goal because it's so short.
Merry Christmas and please don't hate me!
~marauders4ever
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