In fearful day, in raging night,
With strong hearts full, our souls ignite,
When all seems lost in the War of Light,
Look to the stars for Hope burns bright.
He had been eight when it happened. Just walking outside the city near a seldom seen forest with his aunt and uncle. The day was ending and they were heading back to the car when the sky seemed to light up. At first, they thought it was summer fireworks. Something far easier to see in the country. But the eerie blue glow didn't fade. In fact in grew brighter and closer. They all ran together. Avoiding the ominous light. Hearts were beating frantically in fear and the younger with brimming curiousity. They stopped dead in their tracks as the source of the blue light crashed before them. Their breaths came out short and shallow as the uncle walked closer. He froze in shock or perhaps fear seeing the source up close.
The boy and his aunt walked closer only to stop when they saw the shape of a body, dressed in saintly blue robes, lying and obviously bleeding from a wound to the chest. The being gasped in pain, eyes barely opening as the young boy walked forward.
"Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" the boy asked naively. Hope poured from the boy that the being would be alright. They reminded him of angels in church that his aunt and uncle took him to. The being seemed to smile at him. Whispering how hopeful he sounded, and to never lose it.
The aunt pulled the boy back towards her, keeping him close. The being sighed, resigned to their fate. The blue glow grew bright once more, this time around their fingers as a ring slid off their hand. Their clothes shifted from ethereal and regal blues to a common brown robe as they exhaled their last breath.
The ring however continued to glow. The aunt and uncle jumped back when the ring began to rise, as though it had a life of its' own. It hovered parallel to the ground, no higher than their waist. The aunt held her nephew tightly and protectively, the boy staring directly at the ring, almost ignoring his aunt's arms as his uncle took a step forward cautiously. As soon as the uncle's foot hit the ground, the ring darted forward, and began encircling both the aunt and her nephew. Her grip had tightened. His eyes had widened. His uncle cried out. And in the blink of an eye, the ring made it's way onto the young nephew's finger. The light overwhelmed them, and everything changed.
With blood and rage of crimson red,
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,
Together with our hellish hate,
We'll burn you all-that is your fate!
A young blue furred cat hissed in displeasure and anger after it had been grabbed by brutes. For years he had wandered. Rage burned deep within its heart as the memory of a young girl plagued his mind. A young girl who had given everything to him, and he gave nothing back but a petty scratch on her killer's hand. And now he was being shoved into a bag?! He squirmed and fought attempting to harm his captors, not once fearing for his life. All he wanted was to hurt those who hurt him. To hurt those who hurt his best friend.
He would fight to the death if he had to. He would not go down fighting. The thugs joked and jostled the bag with the poor cat inside. Neither noticed as they sipped their beers that a small red light flying towards them in wild abandon made it's way into their bag.
They carelessly threw the bag into the water and waited for the cat to drown for their amusement. Both took a closer look at the water when it seemed to glow red. Neither made it back to their car, their blood forever tainting and staining them as a loud hiss chorused ominously.
In brightest day, in darkest night
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power- Green Lantern's light!
A man held what appeared to be tacky jewelry. He knew better though. Kept usually hidden under his shirt attached to a chain, he couldn't just forget. The promise he had made after the devastation he had seen, keeping him from the government. He was loyal to a greater cause than just a country anyway. What was a country in comparison to the whole cosmos? Nothing. But still he stayed, wandering and trying to protect what he could this was still in his sector. And he would always protect it. For who would in these darkest nights if not he?
Three colors glow, three colors bright,
No other colors in sight
Did gather so, one fateful night,
And gave those close a royal fright.
So... Another new story. Dammit. This one has been bothering me so like others that bother me, a post is due.
Lim sure most of you can guess the first and possibly the second. I know who they will be. As for the third, he's vague and undecided. Any ideas?