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„Is it you?“, he asked with a shivering voice that matched the condition his body was in.
The canine twisted her head slightly to the side as if confused, causing luminescent liquid to spill from her at an even faster pace. Whether turned her head because she didn’t understood his words or was wondering about his question was unclear. But something in her motions left no doubt in the young man that this in fact a manifestation of the woman he came to love and respect as a mother.
A gurgling sound caught the boy’s attention once more and as he looked up, he saw the creature of nightfall struggling to voice something. Dampened by the suffocating light dripping from her snout and most likely torn by the burning sensation of the throbbing sphere resembling the moon embedded in her chest words came through that killed all doubts who this beast was.
“You left me with marks… so deep that my soul will never turn the night to full black again… Wounds… so deep I have to carry them open… for they tear at every reminder of you… And yet… I‘d rather bleed your light every step that accompanies my still breathing lung… than having lived without you… in the blindness that the children of today are cursed with.
And with you gone… my dear… there is no candle there anymore in the darkness to guide them… But for the kindness you gave me when all the others turned away… the very same kindness that carved your stars and buried your moon in me… I will use that same light to guide the lost children by day… after I cradled them in my darkness by night… I will teach them to feel and understand both, even if they choose only one of those paths for themselves.
That, my dear, is my gift to you and the life you wasted for me.”
He knew those words were not for him, not directed at him. He knew who left those “cuts” that had no visibility in reality other than a brief glimpse in her eyes now and then. And he knew he would never be able to heal those wounds… none of them would be able to.
But as he found his bravery again and took his first step towards the mistress of the darkness, reaching out, the boy bizarrely knew that he carried similar scars.
And for an even stranger reason he couldn’t explain, he was oddly satisfied with the knowledge that she would tear them all open and teach him how care for them, this time in the right way.
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Art and characters are © by me

Description

„Is it you?“, he asked with a shivering voice that matched the condition his body was in.
The canine twisted her head slightly to the side as if confused, causing luminescent liquid to spill from her at an even faster pace. Whether turned her head because she didn’t understood his words or was wondering about his question was unclear. But something in her motions left no doubt in the young man that this in fact a manifestation of the woman he came to love and respect as a mother.
A gurgling sound caught the boy’s attention once more and as he looked up, he saw the creature of nightfall struggling to voice something. Dampened by the suffocating light dripping from her snout and most likely torn by the burning sensation of the throbbing sphere resembling the moon embedded in her chest words came through that killed all doubts who this beast was.
“You left me with marks… so deep that my soul will never turn the night to full black again… Wounds… so deep I have to carry them open… for they tear at every reminder of you… And yet… I‘d rather bleed your light every step that accompanies my still breathing lung… than having lived without you… in the blindness that the children of today are cursed with.
And with you gone… my dear… there is no candle there anymore in the darkness to guide them… But for the kindness you gave me when all the others turned away… the very same kindness that carved your stars and buried your moon in me… I will use that same light to guide the lost children by day… after I cradled them in my darkness by night… I will teach them to feel and understand both, even if they choose only one of those paths for themselves.
That, my dear, is my gift to you and the life you wasted for me.”
He knew those words were not for him, not directed at him. He knew who left those “cuts” that had no visibility in reality other than a brief glimpse in her eyes now and then. And he knew he would never be able to heal those wounds… none of them would be able to.
But as he found his bravery again and took his first step towards the mistress of the darkness, reaching out, the boy bizarrely knew that he carried similar scars.
And for an even stranger reason he couldn’t explain, he was oddly satisfied with the knowledge that she would tear them all open and teach him how care for them, this time in the right way.
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Art and characters are © by me