18 April 2012
Light.
It's everywhere, it's everything. No matter where you look, it'll be there. It's the force of the world. Without it there'd be nothing. No sky, no sea, no people.
Light is what keeps us alive. It keeps our minds awake, our hearts beating. The better you live the life, the more Light you have inside, and so the longer you can fend off death.
That's what we're all taught in school, anyway.
Respect your elders and your Light will be brighter! Be impolite and your Light will fade! Let it fade too far and you'll die a soon death!
They drum these teachings into our minds every day.
We only listen to them because we're afraid. They're adults, they should know best, right? The whole world believes in Light, so it must be true.
The funny thing is, Light is supposed to be invisible. It's not like normal light. You can't see it, you can only feel it. And even then it's only the most well trained who can pick it up. That's what they tell us.
And then there's me.
Ever since that new girl came along, everything in my vision is surrounded by this white haze. If I concentrate it goes away, but I know it's still there.
Juliette said I was just being silly when I told her I thought I could see Light. But what else could it be?
I have my doubts as well, though, because for some reason, all us students have the haze, some more than others, but the adults ... they don't have any white haze at all.
And one of them has a black shadow instead.
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This is the introduction to an unfinished story I wrote quite a while ago... I just dug it up again so I thought I'd share it. :) Not sure whether I'll post the rest of it, though.
Light • Opuss № I