To Become Light

Chapter 1

"If I- if I want them to listen-" he paused, swallowing thickly, "if I want Thomas to listen, I have to change." Logan was confirming his own decision, insisting to himself that it was right. It was what he had to do if he wanted to make any sort of positive impact.

Yet tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving dark stains in their wake. His plan, he would admit, scared him. He would loose everything and had no way to undo what he was about to do. It would be up to fate, hoping the others would take pity on him and let him in. Ignore his past. It was a desperate attempt and he knew it, but he felt like he was out of options. He couldn't stand being forced into silence anymore. They would never listen to a dark side.

Slowly, Logan approached the pedestal, the Creativity Crown glimmering in the spotlight. The metal was cold to his touch, having been left locked away for so long. He turned it in his hands, the smooth surface gliding easily. The magic properties of the crown would make the process easier, a perfect vessel. Something he would unlikely ever see again, he wouldn't have to worry about the subconscious temptation. Odds were he wouldn't even know it existed, even less so know where it was or that it was still around. Perfect. Too perfect, the frightening process too easily done for comfort.

He held the crown to his forehead, closing his eyes and focusing. Letting his memories slip away from his mind, trickling into the crown. He could faintly see the light behind his eyelids that now streamed from him to the crown. As his memory left him, his senses grew hazy, fading by the second.

He wasn't conscious when he fell back, when the process was complete.

He couldn't be a dark side if he didn't remember being one. He was reset. If they were smart, if they had empathy, they would take him in. He would make things balanced.