Time of Darkness




There comes a time in even a kindred's life where the night calls his name. A simple touch upon his very soul that calls out, to reveal itself to its very inner being. But, even at times those who have been called heartless, do have feelings, even if hidden away beneath layers of cold hearted and uncaring emotions.

There was such a time for a familiar kindred. A time when his life cut short, and yet, his search for a particular figure that had him passing up all the reasons he survived till this day. Time always heals the pain of loss, but to some, it takes longer than what time is allowed. Sometimes, a gentle nudge or word to direct some of these misguided souls, is all that is needed to place them back on track in their never ending life of darkness.

Our story is of one of confusion, pain, understanding and acceptance. Follow me to the dungeon below, where the room remains lit with the soft glow of candles where i may tell the tale of such a story, and perhaps then, you may understand that which i tell.




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