Sunday, January 17, 2016

Right the Fight to Right the Light Fight

“The Darkness is moving closer,” Captain Light said. We had been running from the shadows for eternity as they slowly overtook the universe. The shadows were always going to take the universe back, and now that Time and Space had lost their battle, the shadows had a chance to take over. We once had a third member to our group, Mace, but he was swallowed by the shadows. It had easily dissolved his bones, turning him into a mixture of red and white paste on the floor.
            We moved around the room. We had found a place that kept the darkness at bay. The room was circular with large purple candles on four sides of the room. Someone had set up a chicken coup in the room itself, given us access to a food source. On top of that, it didn’t seem like the chickens ate food. It was more like they absorbed the light from the candles.
            Our worry was that the candles had almost completely burned out, and we didn’t have much further that we could retreat. The universe was being enveloped by the darkness in all directions, collapsing inwardly onto the spot we were currently at. Once the candles went out, the last living beings in the world would torn apart by shadows.
            “What do you think we should do?” I asked Captain Light. He had once been called Captain Light, but now his light had been worn thin. He had worn it on his wrist to light a way through the darkness.
            “There’s not much that we can do. The shadows were always going to get us. It just looks like it will be sooner than we expected.” Captain Light moved towards the center of the circular room, sat down, and pulled his knees to his chest. The last portion of the candles were going to burn out. Now, they were flickering, their purple light becoming less strong. The shadows were pushing through the purple light. I moved towards Captain Light and sat directly next to him, pulling my knees to my chest similarly.
            “I joined your team, because you are my hero,” I said to him quietly.
            “I know,’ he said back with a weak smile.
            “I thought that it would be amazing to join a superhero team. You were on the side of cereal boxes,” I said. I moved a little bit closer to him as the shadows pushed through the last portion of flickering purple light. The shadows were seeping forward like black lava, bubbling towards us.
            “Think whoever takes over will remember us?” Captain Light asked. It was the first time that his voice had ever cracked in my recollection. It was probably the best time for his voice to crack. No one was around to hear fear strangle his voice away.
            “I hope so,” I said. The lava got close enough that I could smell its sweet smell. Captain Light pulled a small sphere from his wrist canister and handed it to me.
            “This is my last light sphere. I want you to have it. Hold it in your hands, and it will keep the darkness away.” He pressed the orb into my hands, and edged closer to the dark shadows.
            “You should use it,” I said back as I attempted to press it back into his hand. He pushed my hand away.
            “Once in a while, the student should be valued over the master. I’ve had a long enough life basking in the light. It’s your turn now.” The shadow touched the edge of his cape and melted it into liquid. “Never let the light go out.” The shadows reached forward and pulled Captain Light into its depths. I didn’t really feel the instant grief that I had when Mace had been killed. I smashed the light into the floor, and it shimmering with bright white light. It kept the shadows just out of reach, and it brought warmth to the otherwise cold world. I was unsure how long it would stay bright, but as the last living person in the world, I wanted to stay alive to keep up the legacy.

            The light started to flicker almost as quickly as it had pushed the darkness away. The darkness moved closer, and I attempted to smash the orb on the ground. It burst into a luminescent powder that coated my body. As I moved towards the darkness, it moved away from my glowing hand. I was now the light. The hope to return light to the world was now all mine.

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