Beginning

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It was dark.

The cold caressed his skin, bringing some comfort to him as he blinked. Everything was hazy, blurred around the edges as if he'd been underwater for some period of time.

Carefully, he pulled himself upright, blinking away the remaining blurry details at the edges of his sight before inhaling slowly.

How had he gotten here?

The underground cavern, for that was what it had to have been, was illuminated by the barest sliver of moonlight, barely even beginning to reveal what mysteries could possibly be lingering around him.

Smooth stone, cool to the touch, greeted him as he straightened, all of his senses straining to hear, smell, taste something.

The softest brush of fabric caught his attention, and he whirled, eyes wide, his entire stance speaking all of the words that he himself wasn't. But there was nothing there, save for the shadows that wrapped around him comfortably. Like he belonged among them.

Who was he? How had he gotten here?

And as if that simple question had been begging to be answered, the answer came to him.

I am Pitch Black.