Chapter 15:
Darkness is...
Flowers bloom and flourish during the spring winds in beautiful arrays. Then they die. Some are picked from the wild and are doomed to wilt as a center piece at some lover's home, or left to rot at the base of a grave. Where as others are trimmed, trained, and planted until the gardener is satisfied with them. But, the most lucky of them all are the ones left in the wild to grow without restriction, judgement, or meaning other then to live. The wild ones are what continue on, as they die they create seeds. These seeds in turn flow on the wind, travel with an animal, or get to swim through creeks. The wild ones are the true free of the rest that must endure civil boundaries.
Dark sat in the corner of what was "home". He'd wince from the stinging of his back every time he tried to let it rest on the cold stone wall. He didn't like this. Those he thought were his friends, beat and yelled at him. He wondered if this is what civil people do to others every time. Throw him in a small room, rant about things he couldn't understand, hurt him, and for what? To see him leak salt water on the floor because he couldn't stand the pain? No, the loneliness of the Water Temple was better then the agony of freedom. This was not his heaven, he should have never left that swallowed existence of murky water. That demon was the cause of this pain...
The heavy wooden door opened with a creak and Dark's red eyes slightly glanced up from his arms.
"What a disgusting demon." A man stood before him, raccoon mask lifted. He had amber eyes, brown hair, and a lean build. "A beast without reason... Yet..." The man came close and lifted Dark's head to look at him. "...A beautiful innocence dances within it's gaze..."