Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Return...

She returned to that exact same spot on the beach as she had multiple times everyday, she expected nothing different. As the week had past she had almost given up hope. She had devised a plan that if the shadows did return she would move the cloud into the pit to try and bring strength back into Dante. She couldn’t bare to know he was out here alone. As she slowly approached the beach she noticed that his shadows had finally returned. She rushed forward and immediately started her work. She closed her eyes and focused all of her concentration on manipulating the shadows.

She held out her two palms as she slowly started to move her arms in a circular motion. Her intent was to form the shadows together tightly and maintain control of them for as long as she could. The shadows moved slowly at first and then started to follow the formation of her arms motions moving tightly into a ball. She kept her focus as she slowly turned her hand over allowing the ball of shadows to levitate just above it. She took a small step forward testing to see if the ball would follow her hand as it did she knew she had finished step one.

She lowered the shadows onto the symbol engraved into the pit floor hoping the strength of the house would help mend Dante. She hesitated as she waited patiently. Suddenly the shadows started to form and she saw his body’s outline. It was at that exact moment that she started to pace and held out her arms as she pulled at the shadows around her forcing them into the circle to help and feed him. He slowly rose as the the volcano below them rumbled fumes, coming up loudly from the grates. His body formed slowly overtime taking the true shape of the Dante she knew.

She saw that the shadows were helping. She closed her eyes tightly as she pulled everything including some of her own shadow into the circle as Dante spun and rotated. Moments later she looked up, Dante was standing over her. Dante… was back. She instantly stumbled to her feet as she bum rushed him jumping into his arms. He spoke of how much more alive he felt. There was nothing that could take this moment away from him. She backed up away from him slowly feeling empty inside. The emptiness was not the lack of emotion or lack of caring.. the emptiness was the feeling as if the darkness had left her. She refused to look up to Dante, she needed to escape. She ran from him at that moment knowing that she would see him again.

She eased herself into the chair of Haven as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She slowly lifted her hand as she straightened up and focused everything she had on her palm. Except there was something missing. No matter how hard she tried nothing came. She didn’t feel the darkness of the shadows flood over her eyes, she didn’t feel the pull of the shadows move through her hands. She got up and threw the chair against the wall in frustration as she headed for the back. She breathed heavily as she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes… were normal. There was no darkness there, only the bright vibrant purple that she was once known for. She hadn’t seen that color in her eyes in months. She slammed her fist into the mirror feeling the glass shatter and crack beneath her knuckles as she yelled out in anger.

She walked out of the Haven with blood dripping from her hand as she went to seek the darkness again.

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