Oh, What Pretty Colors

By: M14Mouse

Type: Arc The Lad: Twilight of Spirits

Summery: Bebedora's POV on her awakening and her master.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Sleep

Deep Sleep . . . Deep Darkness.

No colors . . . Just Darkness.

Then lights and I awoke.

I rose from my tomb. Humans . . . simple humans and such simple colors. Green and Purple. Desire for power and greed. Such easy puppets. I cut into their colors and souls. Their minds scream and fight against my control. Why do they fight? In the end, they are mine. What simple puppets. I am master. I pulled the strings of their souls and I watched my puppets jerk. They are silly. Don't they know that they are mine? I ordered my puppets to fight. I love to watch the colors of a fight. I giggled as I watch the red and black dance before my eyes. Oh, what pretty colors. I was curious of the odd looking one. He was either human or demios. How remarkable. He was both! His colors miedx and twisted until my head would pop. Finally, the colors of demios and humans clash, mix, and die like fireworks.

Now look . . . my puppets are broken. Humans are so easy to break. There are always more puppets for me to play with. On the walls, my guards awake from their darkness. I awake them because I am the master and they are my puppets. I ordered my puppets to attack. I wanted to watch the colors of the odd one. Oh, what pretty colors. Yes . . . Yes, They dance and twist. Yes . . . Yes..His soul . . . his colors are so different. The colors finally become little lights in the sky. And more broken puppets. Pity.

The odd one was called Drac. This Drac ordered me to open the bridge. Yes...Yes...I will do it. I told him of the switch on the right. He didn't know that the bridge would open my freedom as well. Yes..Yes..I am free. I jumped down from my tomb. This Drac ask me to joinned him because I was powerful. Yes, I am the all powerful Bebedora. But yet, I need someone to control my strings. To be a puppet as well. This Drac...my master. He will be my master and he shall control my strings. I am a puppet for his plans. His plans are to save the demios. His plan mattered not to me. It is the colors of his soul.

His colors twist and burst....

Oh, what pretty colors...

The End.

A/N: Baloraus is scary but cool! I hope you enjoy it. Read and review if you wish.