Author's note: hrm. no idea WHAT this is. in Artheph's words, i think we're trying to get faux deep here. haw haw. i do believe this might by my first ever generic fic. HURRAH! anyways, enjoy, cause it might be the last thing we post for a little bit.. Artheph will be.. out of commission for the next week... and i'm kind of incapable of making any decision whatsoever without her, so... heh.
Crysthur
One saw the world in black and white. The space in between did not exist; there was no middle ground. On one side were his goals, his desires, his ambitions; on the other was everything else, everyone else. When it came down to right and wrong, his side was always right, and the other, always wrong. There were those who were strong and those who were weak. The strong stay strong and the weak stay weak. Nothing could change that. It was simple.
The other saw the world in shades of gray. He saw right and wrong, yet he also saw the in between, where the line that divided the two blurred. Knowing that each person had their own idea of what was right and what was wrong, who was he then, to judge whose right was right and whose right was wrong? He saw the strong and the weak, but at the same time, he knew that the there was the chance of the strong becoming weak, just as the weak had the ability to become strong. For him, opportunities for change were unlimited.
The last saw the world in vibrant colors. Right and wrong, strong and weak, none of these existed for her. What existed was the person himself, his thoughts, his feelings, his very being. She saw all sides of the story, thus giving her a sense of compassion, the extent of which knew no bounds.
One came off as cold and unfeeling; the other, fiery and passionate; the last, weak and useless.