05-24-2015, 02:19 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He was the phoenix.
Born anew and rising up from the dust and ashes. Shaking his plumage out in order to face the world once again.
The nomad had returned to his origins.
It was almost laughable to apply a creature so associated with bursts of light and flame to the shadow child. He cringed away from the sunlight in order to avoid unnecessary pain to his eyes. He barely even remembered how beautiful a sunrise truly was. As more and more light filtered into the darkness, his unusually sharp eyesight would fade into nothingness.
He didn’t like feeling vulnerable.
And so the shadow child has developed nocturnal tendencies as a direct result.
It was the moment just past dusk – the sun’s rays already far below the earth’s horizon. Michaelis remained idle just behind the barrier of open meadow and thick forest. Mismatched eyes were intent upon the tendrils of shadow flailing about his face. They were demanding little things, always pulling his attention away from others they deemed as competition for his affection. He snapped at one in particular that happened to slither uncomfortably close to one of his eyes. Careless and selfish little things they were.
Tangible and easily manipulated, these tendrils comforted themselves in his presence. Besides he had long grown used to their sometimes pestering ways.
( The Shadow Child )