Eternal Darkness

I do not own Twilight. I only own Alana and Alonzo.

Story start

People always say you should treasure the beauty of the world around you. I understand why they say that now. I've never taken the time to truly capture the beauty around me before, but now I'm trying to see as much of the world as I can. My eyesight is leaving me and soon all I will be able to see is darkness.

My family is against my travels that I'm taking so I can see the world. They would rather have me at home with them. I understand that they do not want me to leave, but I've seen my home for so many years. I will never erase the images of my family from my mind so they do not need to worry that I will forget their images.

However I want to travel and see the world. I'm not going to lie; I'm scared of losing my sight. I've relied on it for all of my life. I fear that I might lose my vision while I'm on my trip, but I will make it home somehow if I do lose my vision.

Currently, I'm sitting on a tour bus heading to a place owned by some group called the Vultori. People of different sorts are sitting on the bus with me. I wish I could tell you details of the fellow tourists, but my vision is diminishing faster than I ever imagined. I can barely see anything around me, because the darkness is consuming my sight. My vision is like I'm in a dark tunnel and I see a small circle of light. In my case, I see a small circle of the things and people around me.

I'm seeing this site today because I've heard that it is a beauty to die for. I think that it would be appropriate to see such beauty before my vision dies. However I do think it is a cheesy thing for a slogan to say that the architecture and art of the building is to die for. Not many people now a days use such lines to draw attention.

"Alana, we're here, are you excited?" Alonzo, the friend I had made in my tour group.

I smiled at the man in the seat in front of me, Alonzo. "I'm very excited. What about you?" I asked as the bus parked and people were departing from the bus. Alonzo smiled and I could see that he was practically rocking on his heels in excitement.

"I can't wait to get in there and see this place. Come on Alana, let's go inside," Alonzo said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bus.

Alonzo had no idea that my vision was very bad and not really clear. Before my vision was leaving me, I had to wear glasses since I'm nearsighted. Somehow I was able to keep up with Alonzo as we got off the bus and headed into the main entrance of the building.

It was hard for me to take in the image of the building but I could tell that there were statues on the top of the building. Alonzo still kept a hold on my wrist which helped me follow him better. I had told him about my current situation so he had agreed to help me through the tour. He would keep me from running into a wall, which sad to say but I've done that at home before.

Alonzo and I stepped into the lobby and we were at the back of the group. A young woman was at the front of the tour. I could not make any of her features, but Alonzo whistled in appreciation. "I guess she's pretty then," I thought before tugging on Alonzo's arm so he would start walking since the tour was moving.

The young woman was our tour guide and her voice rang out clearly as she told us the history of the building. I listened intently as I tried to make out the architecture we were passing in the hallways. A frown slipped across my lips when we entered a dark hallway. "Alonzo, why is it dark here?" I whispered slightly fearing that my vision was what was darker instead of the lighting in the hallway.

Alonzo patted my wrist as he led me along with the rest of the tour. "It's alright Alana. We're heading to the special room that is advertised about and they keep it darker to add suspense," Alonzo explained.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit. "Well it just makes it harder for me to see," I said and Alonzo just chuckled.

The tour guide opened the doors leading into the room and she allowed all of us to walk into the room. "Enjoy looking around. I need to go make a phone call really quick up front so just wait here until I get back. Feel free to look but don't touch," the tour guide said before shutting the door behind her as she left the group in the room.

"Aw she left," Alonzo said and I slipped my wrist out of his grip.

"You'll live lover boy now let's enjoy this place," I said with a small wink as I walked around to the walls so I could see the pictures close up and I would actually be able to see them.

I smiled as I took in all of the colors and images of the painting. They truly were remarkable. Many of them were portraits of people and others were paintings of fierce battles.

It seemed that with every picture I looked at my vision started growing darker and darker. I failed to realize that tears were slipping down my eyes as I stopped at the final painting in the room. My vision was almost completely gone as I took in the images of the portrait.

Three tall men in warrior's attire were standing proudly side by side with powerful looks on their faces. Two of them had black hair and the other had almost white hair. They were all very tall, or so the portrait made them seem that way. I gasped when is aw that their eyes were red. One of the men with black hair had a more gentle and playful look in his eyes than the other two. For some reason I enjoyed looking more at him than the other men in the portrait.

"No," I whispered as my vision turned completely black.

I brought my hands up to touch my eyes and sure enough my eyes were open, but I only saw the black inky darkness. More tears fell down my cheeks as I gave a sad laugh.

"My mother was right. I did lose my vision while on my travels," I thought before focusing on remembering all of the paintings I had just seen.

Sadly I was not able to recreate all of their images in my mind, but I was able to remember the last portrait I looked at perfectly.

"Alonzo," I called but no one answered. I turned around and put my back to the painting and called his name louder this time.

"Wait Alana, I'm looking at this painting. It's very interesting, you should look at it with me," Alonzo said happily.

"I wish I could Alonzo, I wish I could," I said with a sad smile before turning around and staring at where the last painting I looked at was. I could still see the three warriors standing there on the battlefield looking proud and ready for anything that is thrown their way.

The sound of doors opening came to my attention. I continued to stare at where the painting is, because looking to where the doors were would not help me in anyway. I can not see who is coming into the room. All I can do now is listening.

"Hello everyone, are you enjoying looking at the paintings?" a cheery male voice asked loudly to gain everyone's attention.

Many of the tourists went quiet at the entrance of what I could tell was more than ten people at best. I also heard a few of the tourists gasping or whispering prayers. I was very confused now.

In times of confusion I usually talk to break the silences. That is what I did too. "They are beautiful paintings," I said keeping my back to the new people in the room.

"Which one is your favorite?" the same cheery voice asked as I heard him walk over to my side. I did not look over because I would not be able to see but darkness where I knew the man was standing.

"This one is my favorite. I like the three warriors. They look powerful yet righteous. They also look triumphant on the battlefield yet they look ready for more," I explained.

I heard the man beside me chuckle and then he leaned in very closely to my ear. "You have an eye for art," he said and then pulled away and it sounded like it smelled me.

"Well I did have an eye for art, I only have an eye for darkness now," I stated like it would be in a normal conversation.