The most important of life's battle's is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul ~ David McKay
Today was a new day.
The sun had not yet fully risen, but bits of pink still pushed through the dark sky, signaling the sun's imminent arrival. The air was still crisp and bits of dew were on the grass, twinkling almost like the now dimming stars.
Ryou had always loved dawn most of all.
He had loved it when he was younger because it was at this time that only he and his father would be awake. His father would tell him of treasures in far away lands and somehow the stories always seemed so in tune with the rising sun. As if with every inch the sun climbed up the sky, his father would become more alive. It made Ryou feel alive too.
He loved the dawn now because it was at this time he felt the closest to being free. The spirit had retreated deep into his ring, tired after whatever atrocities he had committed that night. For just a few short hours it seemed as if Ryou was alone in his mind. Perhaps being alone and freedom had become the same thing to him now.
But now he leaned against the balcony, just feeling the dawn, being the dawn. It was beautiful.
(It wouldn't last.)
Today was a new day, but also just another battle. Fighting to keep whatever it was the dwelled inside the ring at bay. Fighting to make sure that no harm would come to Yuugi and most of all fighting to keep just a little piece of himself separate from the spirit.
Yuugi would be all right, he had the Pharaoh.
(And Ryou, he had the dawn.)
The ring glowed, and Ryou felt darkness creep back into his mind.
And he slung his backpack over his shoulder confident that even though he would loss the battle, the spirit would lose the war.
A/N Because I deserve to write something half-way optimistic. As always, each and every review is loved!
