Harry was his name first, a being who's core was just magic, he didn't care if you were Light or Dark, cursed or blessed, creature or human, he just wanted to learn magic in its purest form, a neutral entity in its entirety. Harry was Gray in nature, dark and light Magiks coming easily to him, but those around him attempted to shift his view, that "dark" meant "evil" and that "light" meant "good". Harry knew otherwise. Dumbledore might have been light, but he was not good, just as Snape was dark, yet good.
Lance grit his teeth at at what Allura was lecturing them about, how the nature of a person's quintessence was what Determined the nature of a person. Her own nature was light, meaning that she was naturally a good person, and Zarkon's nature of Shadow made him evil by association. When she spoke about how Gray aligned people were people that just refused to join one side or another, and that they weren't actually any gray people because of it he snapped. "Then how am I alive princess? My nature is literally "balance." So, Explain to me how I've not selected a side, when I'm right here, and paladin of the Blue lion? The only difference between me and you is that my core alows me to use shadow aligned quintessence without the addictive backlash from it. So, I'll ask again, how am I alive?"
He left them behind, his movements sharp and angry. Allura looked after him in shock, as did the rest of the team.
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My Heart of Fallen Light
RandomIt had been a long time sense he had been innocent and clear of blood. It hurt, sometimes, to think of the family and friends he had left behind as he moved on. And then he remembered their wishes, their final plea, in each life, to remember them, b...
