Date: September 1, 2011
Summary: Dark came and she took away everything.
Author’s Note: Unedited, completely. Read at your own risk. I am not responsible for blindness or excruciating pain from viewing this. (:
Brightness surrounded me as my eyes fluttered open. That’s all there was around me - pure white. I looked down and sure enough, I was clothed in white. Suddenly, forms began appearing. Clothed in the same attire, faces of my friends appeared on these appearing forms. Two of them linked either of my arms and looked off into the distance. Their mesmerized stares drew my eyes towards that direction as well.
There was a tiny black spot, growing larger by the second.
“What’s that?” I breathed.
“She’s coming,” the girl on my left, Amelie, whispered.
“Her,” Quentin, the boy on my right said. “She has no known name, but she’s rumored to be the Queen of Darkness.”
“She’s completely unlike any other enemy we’ve faced before. I’ve heard her presence isn’t cold and demeaning at all,” Amelie stated.
“But look at our army; we are strong. We will not fall so easily, I pray.”
I looked behind me to see hundreds of figures in white, many of them with familiar faces. Looking back at the growing spot, I waited. We waited.
The darkness came quickly, rushing in but stopping abruptly about an inch from our feet. A woman was clothed in a black cloak, her long hair covering half of her face. She did not have an army with her as we did; she was alone.
She smiled, “I will defeat you without moving any closer, I promise.”
Quentin spoke, “You have no army. You will not be able to conquer us.”
From the back of our army a voice sounded out, “It’s so warm, so comforting. Do you feel it? The warmth?”
Within seconds, more voices made their thoughts known.
“It’s such a nice feeling.”
“So warm, so wonderful.”
“I want to go to the warmth.”
“It’s warming me from the inside out.”
One by one, figures walked. They walked past the front lines and entered the darkness, standing behind the cloaked woman. In a matter of minutes, the only people left in the light were Quentin, Amelie, and myself.
“We are your closest friends,” Amelie said, squeezing my arm reassuringly. “We will never leave you.”
The woman spoke, “Quentin. Come, please? Don’t you feel the warmth, the love and care we can provide? I can give you so much more than she can.”
“The warmth… It’s tugging on my heart. I want that feeling,” he declared.
His arm unlinked from mine and he floated to the other side.
She spoke again, her voice as sweet as honey, “Amelie, come.”
Amelie’s grip on my arm became tighter.
“I want to stay here,” she looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “I do, I really do. But my body, it’s moving on it’s own accord.”
“Amelie,” I cried. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I can’t help it. She’s making my heart feel warm, as if it were at home. I can’t control it.”
Her grip loosened and she drifted away. And I was alone on my side. After barely any time at all she had the army as I was left with nothing.
The woman spoke, pride emanating from her voice, “They were drawn to me, away from you. Their hearts chose me and their body and actions followed. Surrender now because you can’t possibly win. Admit it, you’re defeated.”
“Why? Why would you take the most important people in my life away from me?”
“It’s simple,” she replied. “I thought you would be able to figure it out for yourself, but I suppose you’re much too vapid for that. I have three words for you: I am better.”