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Summary: What if night and day could reverse and turn inside out? What if there were only two people that could help? What if they didn't want to? Dramione. My first fanfic, so be nice. Please R&R.
Reality of Light
Prologue – Embers
It was dark, so very dark. In school I was taught that white is a combination of all pigments. I have learned here that it is not so. This darkness was every single hue, yet a color in its own. Like when you combine pink and green to get orange, but once you make orange you can't differentiate the two colors anymore. In this darkness, you could see each individual color and yet there is no specific color you could dub this darkness with the name of. I say dark because I do not mean black. In my book, black and white are no longer shades, they are colors. They too, made up this void.
Every night, I dream. Every morning, I forget my dream. Every night I arrive in this same place knowing that I will not remember anything when I awaken. Every morning I go back to believing that white is a combination of all the colors.
I have dreamt the same dream every night for sixteen years. Nothing changes. It grows familiar to me now. No, I never grow bored. That is not something that occurs to you when you are in darkness so great, you close your eyes to see some light. There is a great mood of suspense here, like you are waiting for a movie to begin. Every night I walk into this strange movie theater and every night, I walk out without seeing the movie. Do I feel unsatisfied? No. Because I am waiting for something more then a movie here and when the "movie" does finally start, I have a feeling that it will be none too pleasant.
Sorry it is so short, the chapters will get longer, I promise. Please review.
Midnight's Requiem