The King felt the darkness's sadness, its anger and pain. The King felt the darkness cry around him, heard the grief and pain in its voice, the anger radiating from the ground. And the King understood.
"You need to let it go. You need to stop. You've been feeling this for thousands of years and you need to stop."
Go away! I won't kill you, just leave me alone! You don't know anything!
"I do. I know because I see. I can see everything. I can see because my eyes are like his, they have nothing in the way of the sight, no pupil or iris. So I see things others can't. I see you."
And then he did.
The darkness went still. It shuddered and then it collapsed, crumbling under the weight of thousands of years of pain.
And instead of the darkness there lay a person, a pale creature who's long, elegant form lay sprawled on the ground near the King. Light finally touched the earth and the Black Zone lay at the King's mercy, its thick dark hair fanning out from his head, its torso pale and smooth and flat. The King stood and walked over until he was standing right above it. It's dark lashes swept gracefully against his light eyelids, and his face was delicate and angular, its nose ending in a point. It had no clothes on, so the King could see that it was male, though its features were more feminine in their delicacy.
The King thought it was beautiful.
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Black Zone
Short StoryA King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}
