The Search: Light and Sun

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A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy's shoulders to let him know that the world hadn't ended.

-Batman in The Dark Knight Rises

**Read with chapter with the soundtrack "Beautiful Lie" by Hans Zimmer as uploaded above**

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"Father, father...please...forgive my shortcomings...I swear, never to fail you again," cried a desperate one.

"Child, it is not my nature to forgive," said the mightier one. "BEGONE!" the overlord bellowed,  clenching his fist, by which the servant dropped dead.

"Cuuut!" yelled the drama teacher.

"Okay, good job people, good job. Henry, maybe go for a deeper voice because you are playing the overlord, not an angry squirrel."

"And Jonas," he grabbed onto my shoulder, "really heavy stuff, I must say, although I wouldn't hesitate to use tweezers to actually bring out real tears into the scene if I were you."

"And what exactly would I be doing with the tweezers, sir?" I retort, now getting up from the spread-eagled position and climb down the dias.

"You really need to start watching the comedies of the 90's son." he called out to me.

"And you really need to use some deodorant." I mutter, to myself. 

I take a cab home; with some good music in my ears, I kept my gaze fixed at the lashing rain on the windows of the vehicle. It was nine at night and I finally reached home. 

Exhaustion had taken an awful heavy toll on me. But again, ten hours of a rigorous theater rehearsals will do that to you. I'm still standing in the doorway, when I realised the house is bone chillingly quiet. Only in the following moments I remember that my parents are off for a holiday in Hawaii.

"Don't worry Jonas," I tell myself, "they'll be back after 5 long days."

Oh and introductions they say are to be left for the second or third page of the story, so here it is.
My name is Jonas Clive. I'm 17 years old. I was born and brought up in this little town by the name of Quail City. About two thousand people live here. I go to the best school of the city. It's also the only school in the city - Quail High.

Tomorrow, I'll be playing the role of a tortured servant in a play.

Isn't it exciting? You guessed right, because it is not. Tell me, is there anything fun about crying and begging for mercy from some cruel king?

I gulp down mouthfuls of milk, until the day's thirst is finally quenched.

Just when I close the door to the refrigerator, I feel a gust of wind blow into the entire room.

I look to shut the windows, when I find them already closed. How had the wind blown in?

But it was not that that bothered me, but the shadow that caught my eye out in the garden, to which my immediate impulse is fear.

On the spur of the moment, all the lights go out.
A power outage in a situation like this? God, someone could just stab me from behind and I wouldn't even know who.