I saw things when i closed my eyes, visions i was bred to produce. I was supposed to be their weapon. My mother and father were hand picked by the high priests; she was a slave who could see the future, he was a fire wielder. The premonitions i had were not the ones they wanted me to have, and it wasn’t getting any better.

  One was black, a void, absolutely nothing else. Any and all light that touched him flashed green, gold and purple then almost instantly vanished into him. This didn’t scare me, it comforted me. His nature wasn’t destructive, it was protective. When i saw him, i felt rested. With him, I wasn’t afraid of the dark, I knew it would wrap me up like a blanket and keep me safe. Regardless, those black eyes were unnerving, fierce, determined. He had a mission and he was fighting like hell to succeed.

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  The other was broken and staggering under the weight of her burden- the light. She was one of eight pieces that resembled shards of glass and all of them were writhing in pain every time I saw them. The light wasn’t saving her, it wasn’t healing her, it was crushing her. Only once did I see her as herself, not as an aura of fiery pain. She wielded the light in the form of a lantern.. but her surroundings were ash. The man with the black eyes was crying, holding on to her from behind, his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder and her free hand holding his. Furious tears were streaming down her face as well. They were alone.

  That’s where it ended every time.

  [Inspirational Song | Yonaka, “Seize the Power”]