Believe

Some Natural Disaster...

"Let me go!" Fantasy struggled in the hands of... well, it was a Shadow. When people die, they usually come to serve Dark. Well, their shadow does.

They were in a dark, stone, castle. More Shadows rushed through the hallways.

Finally, Fantasy was put down in a room with no windows. There was a tall black throne. She looked at the person on the throne and groaned.

"What do you want?" Fantasy whined.

"Isn't it obvious?" The man on the throne growled.

"Just let me go!"

"Darkness. You know what they say? They like light. Light is perfect. And my sister, Light, has to be even MORE perfect. I don't get it. Darkness has no bounds. No rules. Light has to do this, that... Ugh." He made a disgusted face. "YOU will just make Light more powerful. But if the adventure stops, and humans die out, I will have power. You see, when people die, their shadows come to serve ME. And if light goes away, there will be DARKNESS."

Fantasy thought about Light, and decided it was worth a try. "But you can come over to our side. You can become good. Just because you represent darkness doesn't mean you have to hate yourself. Sometimes a little twist, meaning dark and light together, creates excitement. If you purposely make yourself the villain, you will never be the hero."

It was obvious that these words made the man think. But then he was mad again. He flicked his hand. "Logan, put Fantasy in the dungeons."

"Yes, sir Dark."

* * *

Hunter, another Shadow, was running through the Unknown Forest. Soon she was in front of a small cave that glowed blue.

Home of the blue tiger.

As you might have guessed, the Unknown Forest is built off of fear of the unknown, everything that we don't know, or don't want, or are scared of... You get the idea.

And then there are the Imicreatures. The blue tiger, the flying stone chicken.

These represent miracles. And you don't have to believe in some deity to have experienced these.

I'm not talking about splitting the sea, or anything like that. I'm talking about dreams coming true, or unexpected wonders. Usually minor things.

But with Fantasy dying, these aren't unexpected wonders anymore. They're despised events. I didn't want this.

For Hunter, this was perfect. The blue tiger was dying, too. And why? Because of Reality, right? I mean, she did make the world give up. She did stop believing. Yeah. Hunter could make the blue tiger try to hurt Reality.

Hunter whistled for the tiger. It was a pretty good whistle, for a Shadow.

All of a sudden, the ground shook. Hunter hadn't expected this. She had never called the blue tiger before.

The dense, dry, grass crumbled. Rocks fell. The ground split.

And Hunter was dropping down, down.

Into the Pit of Grudges.

And the worst part is, no one has come back the same from this kind of fall.