His Path
By Cyxrus
Light. The path of hope, of bright, fresh dreams. Young children, with innocent, glittering eyes played with each other, completely untroubled by the amount of evil in the world. People who had grown up bathed in the radiant glow of this path shone brightly, angelic smiles on their faces.
The man walked into the Light… and brought an arm up to shield his eyes, blinded by the radiance. The place seemed to darken with every step he took.
It was clear; this wasn't his path.
Darkness. The path of loss, of shattered memories. Soulless people dragged their feet across black ground, their eyes heavy with misery, reaching out to find their lost Light. People who had grown up bathed in the evil emanating from this path had been tainted forever, evil grins on their faces.
The man walked into the Darkness… and squinted, unable to see through the black air. The place seemed to brighten with every step he took.
It was clear; this wasn't his path.
Twilight. The path of balance, of uncaring spirits. Age didn't matter. In the eyes of the followers, everyone was the same. They didn't care for Light or Darkness… they wanted balance. Peace. People who had grown up bathed in the equilibrium on this path showed almost no emotion, their faces balanced perfectly, completely symmetrical.
The man walked into the Twilight… and threw everything off balance. His own
Light and Darkness has disrupted everyone else, and he could feel the glares directed at him without looking.
It was clear; this wasn't his path.
Midnight. The path of emptiness, of despair. Nothing existed except nothing itself. A path in which people faded away, simply because they wanted to.
People who had grown up in the hollow caress of this path hardly existed, as a body being guided by nothing more than instincts.
The man walked into the Midnight… and took a step back hurriedly, as void eyes turned towards him. The blankness was apparent to him immediately: he wasn't ready to fade.
It was clear; this wasn't his path.
Oblivion. Path of destruction, of one last chance. Nobody existed. The only thing that existed was demons, scurrying around, looking for the prey of a live being. Black holes littered the sky, a sign of devastation. People who had grown up in this path… there were none. Or, if there were, their names had been forgotten, blown away on the winds of time.
The man walked into the Oblivion… and watched, as the demons bowed deeply, a sign of respect. Everything felt homely… and as he listened, he heard his name swept across on the wind.
It was clear; this was his path.
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Nice one, Cy! This was sheer awesomeness :D
I take it this drabble of his is about his OC Rixon, and how he had to test out the different paths to see which one fit him right.