Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark. And I was alone. But I wasn't scared.
And then... Then I saw the moon. It was so big and it was so bright.
It seemed to... Chase the darkness away.
And then, well then I was angry.
A young boy cautiously slid little fingers up from the depths of a deep hole. As he pulled his tiny body up, he glanced around at his surroundings. It was all white. White and dead. The sun was high in the sky, casting light on the ground, creating a sparkling glow. The boy placed one foot in front of him, wary of his new setting. Chills ran up his body from his bare feet. A feeling he never felt. His body, recognizing this as cold, began to shiver. Glancing curiously at his quivering hands, the boy began to move. One foot, then the other, and he continued this.
To try something new, he went a bit faster. Running on the tips of his feet rather than the whole foot. The cold winter feeling breeze brushed his face, blowing away opal hair. As the boy's ears and nose turned a bright pink and his breathing becoming deeper, he slowed to a halt and panted. Running so much made him lose his breath.
The boy, troubled by his inability to continue, became frustrated. He pushed himself further, forcing himself to keep running. Instead of running, however he tripped and landed on his hands and knees. The cold struck them fast and he let out a yelp and jumped up. Coldness must be punishment to those who don't listen. It must've been a strange force that had held him back from running, he thought.
As he stood, the boy heard laughter and yelps coming from up ahead. Approaching the edge of the wooded area he had been in, he saw other children playing with the snow. It seemed that if one were to take a handful of it, it would become spherical. Amazing!
The boy gathered himself and neared the group of children who were too busy throwing the spherical snow to realize him. Kneeling to the ground, he too grabbed a handful of snow. However, in his hands all it did was fly away with the next breeze. The boy, saddened by his failure, admired the other childrens' snow. As one went to create the spherical snow, he held it tightly in his hand to make sure to pack it tightly. Mimicking the child, the boy managed to do the same. The next thing to do was throw it.
He aimed at the nearest child, a boy with glowing hair the color of the sparkling snow. His blue eyes had dashed back and forth as he had created ammo for the other children, and his girlish figure had danced around the war zone, avoiding almost every shot fired at him. However, this time the boy planned to strike him down. As he raised his hand to attack the white-haired boy, aqua colored eyes raised to reach his and he quickly dodged the blow. With a smile, the blue-eyed boy created another snowball and launched it at the boy.
It was so fast and cold that the boy fell backwards into the cold snow, stunning him. He grasped at his face trying to wipe away the chill of the snow. He succeeded in removing most of the snow but the cold remained. It was so cold his face felt like it was burning. The boy's eyes began to water from the shot. After feeling so much pain on his face, he began to cry quietly. Shortly afterwards small sobs came from his body. Suddenly this world of color seemed blacker than the darkness he was drowned in.
The white-haired child, whom I'm sure we all know, glided over to the boy with a surprised look on his face. When he saw the boy crying, he felt horrible. The boy crawled backwards in fear of his attacker. 'Jack, where are you going?' A boy with chestnut-colored hair called.
"Sorry" said the child as he gazed at the boy. "I didn't think it'd hurt that bad, just a little fun." As he held out a hand to the boy on the ground, he was suddely stuck staring into his amber-yellow eyes. Those amber eyes stared back, clouded with fear, fear and doubt.
My name is Pitch Black
How do I know this?
Well... The Darkness told me so.