Darkness was unhappy, cold, frosty and of course dark. Amethyst was one who preferred the dark. She had learned to stand up against it, while others cowered in front of it. It was her strength. She would not yield to it, she would bend it and make it hers. One could be stealthy in the dark, go unnoticed. When the light came there was no hiding. The light had broken her, messed her up and in the treachery of the light she had met him, the light had brought her him. While her mind cried treacherous, her heart knew, yet it continued to fall. The light made one weak, the light made one love. And Amethyst had learned to fear it.
