The Dark Ones
"Nobody wins, nobody hears us fall…"
They slithered across the empty moor, chased out once again by the civilization. Once more, they drifted around aimlessly in search of a new home, in search of warmth, in search of prey.
They weren't bad; they just wanted a safe place to live, a family to share their happiness, their anger, and their pain. They thought they had found the safe haven when Master friends welcomed them; but that was only out of lack of courage, unable to stand up to these "frightful monsters". It was not fair, they could not fathom the mind of these pale beings, which now controlled their territory. Compromise did not satisfy them, they still seek to destroy all that was here first.
They were called the scum of earth; cruel and heartless, the despised, and the outcast. Nobody had wanted to listen to their woes, nobody cared for them after their Master been betrayed. Swallowing defeat, they had tried to survive in the mildest environment, living in misery for centuries. Waiting, for a savior to come - hoping, that mankind would overcome their fear over their terrible power, and reach out a compassionate hand. So everything would be all right again. But nobody realized they too, needed love and care, that they too, were part human.
But now it became far beyond that - they could no longer bear the blunt of all the blame, it was the time to act. As the scattered terror and fright across the land, the Dementors slithered on, among the coldness, in seek of rejoining their Master, Lord Voldemort.
"Nobody wins, nobody hears us fall…"
They slithered across the empty moor, chased out once again by the civilization. Once more, they drifted around aimlessly in search of a new home, in search of warmth, in search of prey.
They weren't bad; they just wanted a safe place to live, a family to share their happiness, their anger, and their pain. They thought they had found the safe haven when Master friends welcomed them; but that was only out of lack of courage, unable to stand up to these "frightful monsters". It was not fair, they could not fathom the mind of these pale beings, which now controlled their territory. Compromise did not satisfy them, they still seek to destroy all that was here first.
They were called the scum of earth; cruel and heartless, the despised, and the outcast. Nobody had wanted to listen to their woes, nobody cared for them after their Master been betrayed. Swallowing defeat, they had tried to survive in the mildest environment, living in misery for centuries. Waiting, for a savior to come - hoping, that mankind would overcome their fear over their terrible power, and reach out a compassionate hand. So everything would be all right again. But nobody realized they too, needed love and care, that they too, were part human.
But now it became far beyond that - they could no longer bear the blunt of all the blame, it was the time to act. As the scattered terror and fright across the land, the Dementors slithered on, among the coldness, in seek of rejoining their Master, Lord Voldemort.