He was on his knees, blood splatter covered his body. His haunted green eyes stared, not believing, at the body lying in front of him. The white skin of the hand that he clung desperately to. Tears fell down his cheeks as he fingered the ring on the hand. "Where are you," he whispered, his voice harsh.
Footsteps approached him. His head shot up. The white coiling shadows around him halted the person. "You dare?" he growled, his voice like booming thunder. The intruder struggled. "You think you can hold me boy? You're just a weak boy. I gave you that power when I killed your parents," The intruder screamed. Green eyes stared at him. "Who are you to say that this immense power is yours?" he said in a softer voice. The intruder jolted. A hand passed through his chest. "You are neither pure nor valiant. You have neither heart nor soul. The lights do not choose someone even close to what you are," green eyes said and closed his eyes.
The grey skinned red eyed intruder choked as the hand gripped his material heart.
Then the world shattered to pieces.