To the Light,

I wish that I could see you again. My brother and I are running in the dark, trying so hard to find warmth. Warmth is but a fleeting, fickle thing. It provides food for the stomach and it is a precious gift from you. The Darkness in this realm, likewise, is not very kind and forgiving. It takes and takes and takes without providing anything to give.

Once upon a time, we relied on you for warmth within your radiant wings and close to your living bosom. Now we are to rely on each other for what warmth we have left. Warmth became a luxury that comes so rarely. Strength, over the course of our stay inside of this realm, would also be rare as well, forcing us to keep running. Apollo was affected the worst between the two of us. He was once bright and bubbly with curly golden orange hair, olive skin, and youthful blue eyes that shined under the sun. Now, within the Realm of Darkness, the unforgiving nature has drained him of everything; his hair grew frizzled and dry, his skin paled out, and his eyes became lifeless and tired. His exposed scars had never healed in here, so they were surrounded by a mixture of dark red and purple bruising. But it is the center of his chest that is worrying the most- it is covered in crack marks coming from one large circular bruise with some coming up to his throat and wrapping around his throat.

Apollo is not the only one to have this situation, unfortunately. I discovered over and over that I had the same infliction as he did, including my periwinkle blue hair becoming frizzled and dried as well.

I have also grown exhausted with my own scars unable to heal in the Darkness, but I can fight it off. I cannot remember much of what I have done before, but what I do remember is that I have enough strength to keep going for the both of us.

My memory is betraying me again. Why is it that I can't remember more of what I did before?

"Diana." My brother's voice wheezes after we had stopped somewhere temporarily as he had grown tired. We rested against a standing tree in this world as he brought his head on my shoulder. "Where are we again?"

"The Darkness, Apollo..." I answered as I panted with each breath leaving a sharp impact on my heart. It hurts more to see my brother in this as he is the younger of the two of us. "These creatures are still after us. But no matter what happens to us, I'll still be here."

How could I tell my twin brother that I had no confidence in what I told him? Ever since we came here, I didn't want to make promises that we would leave. Promises were meant to be kept if uttered, but it's never a promise if it's never uttered. Someone once told me that, but... but I can't remember who it was. Figures are heavily blurred and words pop like bubbles. Is my mind playing tricks on me?

No, I have to focus. I must to tell you more.

"I... why are we here?" Apollo muttered as he started to go limp next to me.

"I wish I remembered," I can only answer to my brother.

That's when I heard something collapse and quickly looked around before carefully moving to stand on my bare feet. It must be the creatures and they've returned. Or they most likely gathered in clumps as always. But I had no intentions on leaving my brother behind.

"Apollo, we have to go now," I finally tell him as he looked up at me with exhaustion evident on his face. "I'm sorry, but we must keep going."

Without an objection from him, I gathered what strength I have left and picked him up to carry him on my back as he relaxed. Then I started to run at a more slower pace as to prevent him from falling. The realm seemed to be going into disarray when large rocks- no, entire sections of worlds from your Realm- fell from above and landed around us, to which I had to detour from them in my run. While I could not be alarmed as this was not the first time this happened, I was alarmed because it felt like the first time all over again and, this time, it was closer.

That's when I heard an unfamiliar sound and realized that it was a sign from you to give us something to keep us hoping that we were going to be alright.

In the distance was a dog with yellow fur and a loose green collar running towards us at a great speed, also avoiding being crushed as well, until getting near us and quickly sniffing us. This dog must have found out that we were not going to attack and decided not to attack us in return.

"It's a doggy..." Apollo muttered when I felt him shift a bit and noticed that he saw the dog. "Can we keep the doggy, Diana?"

"For now, but we have to take cover somewhere safe," I responded as I knew that, with the inclusion of the dog, I have to be stronger now. "If we don't, then the creatures will have that chance to strike."

When it was agreed upon that we would leave, the dog and I walked with Apollo on my back until we came across a broken piece of a world where the creatures were not in sight and it provided a safe haven. For now, the dog- "Pluto" as his collar reads- is by my right side and Apollo is relaxing on my left. As I write to you, I fear the worst in this cruel realm. At the same time, I think for the best as to what would happen in this realm as well. I feel that you sent us this ray of hope as a sign that things will be better soon; I can feel it in my veins.

Perhaps... perhaps we'll get out soon.