"Hello, darkness my old friend, how have you been", the young child whispered.
"I have been well, young child of shadows." a voice whispered from the shadows. "How was your day young king." it continued, shuddering at the word and idea of day. As the voice appeared the darkness wend from grey to a color that seemed to obsorb all light.
"It was bright, but remind me again why i cannot tell anyone about you talking to me my shadow" the boy whispered back.
"For if anyone ever finds out about your power it will mean your death, and the destruction of this plain of existence young one." and as the boy started to fall asleep the shadow slowly lost its utter darkness and became more grey than black, and the voice called out one last thing, even though the boy was asleep he called out "All hail Perseus Jackson, Fighter of Oblivion, and Wielder of the Dimension Stone.
Hello world, it is I, the god of 0blivion, here with my new idea.
I realized all my stories had no drive and i deleted them as well as changed my profile name.
If you have any ideas for this story review and i may incorporate them.
Now remember, at the end of fear is oblivion.
