Dream
He was fighting, and he felt pretty good. Walking on the water cost him nothing. It was amazing, what he could do. Making the copies of himself, and cupping the wind in his hands; the belt full of little deadly weapons, and the energy coursing through his body. He liked what he was and what he was capable of, really liked it.
It would be great fun if not for who he was fighting. His opponent was like him, only darkhaired and wearing black and scarlet and he couldn't see his face, and he made him so angry, furious. Why was he fighting, why was he doing this? Why wouldn't he come back? Why did his opponent want to go further into the dark? He wouldn't let him. He would drag him back half-dead if he had to. He fought, and as he fought he felt sorrow, and anger, and the anger grew and grew like a fire burning inside of him, until it seemed that he too were retreating into darkness.
In here there was a cage, and a seal, and something lurking in the shadows within. He knew that he was still fighting, outside, but he didn't know what was going on; he couldn't control himself anymore. Here, inside, it was just him and the beast. Huge eyes watched him, gleaming.
Let me out, it said in a huge and sly voice. Let me fight. I'll defeat him for you.
There was blood and rage and death in that voice. There was terrible pain. He hated this place. He hated the darkness.
Let me out! it demanded.
He reached for the seal.
It would be great fun if not for who he was fighting. His opponent was like him, only darkhaired and wearing black and scarlet and he couldn't see his face, and he made him so angry, furious. Why was he fighting, why was he doing this? Why wouldn't he come back? Why did his opponent want to go further into the dark? He wouldn't let him. He would drag him back half-dead if he had to. He fought, and as he fought he felt sorrow, and anger, and the anger grew and grew like a fire burning inside of him, until it seemed that he too were retreating into darkness.
In here there was a cage, and a seal, and something lurking in the shadows within. He knew that he was still fighting, outside, but he didn't know what was going on; he couldn't control himself anymore. Here, inside, it was just him and the beast. Huge eyes watched him, gleaming.
Let me out, it said in a huge and sly voice. Let me fight. I'll defeat him for you.
There was blood and rage and death in that voice. There was terrible pain. He hated this place. He hated the darkness.
Let me out! it demanded.
He reached for the seal.