Light of Dark
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,234
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Awakening
Title: Light of Dark
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Every warning stated before applies still.
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“According to the reports, he had found her dead. The officers on the scene found him lying unconscious in the hallway. He has yet to wake up.”
A young woman with long, crimson hair pulled into a braid, listens attentively to the officer on duty. Her dark blue eyes study the sleeping young man through the observation window.
He has shoulder length, silver-blonde hair with matching porcelain skin that shows pale against the sterile white if the room. Monitors are hooked to him by tubes injected into his frail-looking arms. His body is lean, but muscular; near feminine in appearance. His long, white lashes stir as his eyelids move rapidly, indicating he is dreaming.
The woman touches a pale, well manicured hand to the window. "Is there any indication her will wake soon?" Her low, breathy voice seems too ethereal to belong to this slight woman.
"No, Ma'm. I'm sorry," he nods goodbye and leaves.
She straightens her royal blue, Armani business suit and walks in. She brushes a lock of hair from his eyes, "What happened in there, Zalrin? What did you see?" She sits in the chair next to him and waits.
Zalrin groans as he opens his eyes. "Wha....? Where am I?"
"You are in a hospital. The paramedics found you outside your mother's room. Do you remember anything?"
He looked at the source of the questioning. The woman has long, crimson hair that flows gently to her wais, pale white skin, slim stature with a pair of midnight blue eyes. Her Armani show off long, elegant legs encased in nude nylons. "Who are you?"
"Madelain Albright. I am a friend of your mother's. Do you remember anything?" He closes his eyes.
Blood everywhere.
Crimson streaks running sown walls, splashed against the sunny backdrop of a window.
liquid crimson pooling on a white bed
Body....
A body.....
"MOTHER!!!" He screams shrilly, sitting bolt upright, "My mother! She's dead! Oh god! GOD WHY? Why her? WHY? What happened? Tell me!" Tears cascade down his face as the vision of his mother's bloody countence dances in his mind's eye.
"We were hoping you would tell us. No one knows. We investigated for the past three months and there's nothing. What do you remember?"
"I remember my gather storming out of our building before I came in. Other than that I found her that way. Please," he begs, "Please find out who did this and why."
"We are doing everything we can. We have investigated thoroughly everyone in the building. We investigated your father. He has been cleared. He had found her first. We thought it was him, but DNA evidence states otherwise. We are trying. If you remember anything before then. Anything at all. Tell us."
"I don't," he breathes huskily," Everything is gone now. I have nothing. No one. Right now. I just feel like the world I knew is lost."
Lost in darkness. You shall rise. You are the Chosen One.
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Review please.
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Every warning stated before applies still.
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“According to the reports, he had found her dead. The officers on the scene found him lying unconscious in the hallway. He has yet to wake up.”
A young woman with long, crimson hair pulled into a braid, listens attentively to the officer on duty. Her dark blue eyes study the sleeping young man through the observation window.
He has shoulder length, silver-blonde hair with matching porcelain skin that shows pale against the sterile white if the room. Monitors are hooked to him by tubes injected into his frail-looking arms. His body is lean, but muscular; near feminine in appearance. His long, white lashes stir as his eyelids move rapidly, indicating he is dreaming.
The woman touches a pale, well manicured hand to the window. "Is there any indication her will wake soon?" Her low, breathy voice seems too ethereal to belong to this slight woman.
"No, Ma'm. I'm sorry," he nods goodbye and leaves.
She straightens her royal blue, Armani business suit and walks in. She brushes a lock of hair from his eyes, "What happened in there, Zalrin? What did you see?" She sits in the chair next to him and waits.
Zalrin groans as he opens his eyes. "Wha....? Where am I?"
"You are in a hospital. The paramedics found you outside your mother's room. Do you remember anything?"
He looked at the source of the questioning. The woman has long, crimson hair that flows gently to her wais, pale white skin, slim stature with a pair of midnight blue eyes. Her Armani show off long, elegant legs encased in nude nylons. "Who are you?"
"Madelain Albright. I am a friend of your mother's. Do you remember anything?" He closes his eyes.
Blood everywhere.
Crimson streaks running sown walls, splashed against the sunny backdrop of a window.
liquid crimson pooling on a white bed
Body....
A body.....
"MOTHER!!!" He screams shrilly, sitting bolt upright, "My mother! She's dead! Oh god! GOD WHY? Why her? WHY? What happened? Tell me!" Tears cascade down his face as the vision of his mother's bloody countence dances in his mind's eye.
"We were hoping you would tell us. No one knows. We investigated for the past three months and there's nothing. What do you remember?"
"I remember my gather storming out of our building before I came in. Other than that I found her that way. Please," he begs, "Please find out who did this and why."
"We are doing everything we can. We have investigated thoroughly everyone in the building. We investigated your father. He has been cleared. He had found her first. We thought it was him, but DNA evidence states otherwise. We are trying. If you remember anything before then. Anything at all. Tell us."
"I don't," he breathes huskily," Everything is gone now. I have nothing. No one. Right now. I just feel like the world I knew is lost."
Lost in darkness. You shall rise. You are the Chosen One.
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Review please.