The world was always going to end in darkness. I knew that from the moment i opened my eyes. My life was nothing but nothing but running and hiding until I ran into the "chosen". Fortunately for me they always tried to see the good in the world even if it wasnt there. Unfortunately for them I was made to be an instrument of death and destruction. They welcomed me into their family with open arms, showed me that while there is hope darkness will never prevail. Oh how wrong they were. I watched as they fought back against the darkness, sometimes they came back alive and sometimes they didn't come back at all. The more they tried to fight the darkness the worse it got. Even though all was lost they still had hope that I would make the ultimate sacrifice and save them all, but yet again they were wrong. They had confused my acceptance of their beliefs as loyalty, my silence against them as seeing the light. But it always ended the same way time after time and again. In the end it wasn't the darkness that killed them, it was me.
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