There's a funny thing about darkness. When it falls people lose themselves. They stumble and trip in the darkness. The darkness has no defining characteristic or meaning to many people; all it is is darkness, the opposite of light. To Son this was only half true, for him darkness was light and light had no meaning and it would be common for him to fall and trip in the light. No body had ever seen Son's face as it was always covered as if holding some dark secret but any one who had ever met him could tell you one thing: he was always there at strange times. He always knew what to do and seemed to have a hidden agenda and indeed several soldiers reported a figure dressed in dark, knightly armor roaming the battle field of Gettysburg not long after the battle. Whether or not this was the same Son no one knew, how ever those who he appeared before more then once believed so as at random times he would seem more sickly then the last time they had met and indeed Thomas Jefferson once reported a battle of wills against such a creature. It could simply be that Son was our fears made real however what Son is concerns us not now; instead it more concerns us more of what Son was doing on this very day, on this very second.
He could clearly see in the darkness his destination: A house of colonial design that sported a grand roof. It's windows, Son could tell, were arranged like a gold. Within the house existed to what Son saw as the ability to prove he existed. Within that house was one of extreme power yet of extreme humbleness. Within that house was the key to everything to come, be and end.
Son slowly walked inside the house and smelt the smell of music. Locked doors meant nothing to Son and the lights were off so Son could see everything perfectly. To his left was a wall arranged with a painting of a guitar. To his right was the main room, arranged comfortably as one would expect is fitting the one who would either save or break entire universes. Up the stairs was a small yet long hall and at the end of this hall was what Son had come for.
It has been mentioned that Son was not bothered by locked doors and this is so because he can open doors on will and so he sneaked through in the middle of the night. Some where in this time the owner of the house awoke, and with plenty shock no doubt, discovered a stranger waiting at his bedside staring at him.
“What is this, Twilight?” he exclaimed
“Please stay calm” said Son
“But, but” he said dumbfounded. When Son did not leave he began to get up, “I'm calling the cops”.
“You will not call the cops” and suddenly the man had stopped right where he was. “I am Son, and you see me so I am. I know you are confused Jimety boy but trust me your in for the ride of your life.” Jimety still stood there silently. “To put it simply you are an illusionist, or rather you can open holes in everything and you have no idea how important that is. So I'm going to tell you something simple, follow your senses and you will see how important you are. Until I see you again” and with that Son slipped away.
Jimety, left shocked and disturbed, went to serve himself and calm his nerves by leaving his home to walk around in the darkness. Following his senses he noted how the darkness brightened as his eyes got used to everything and how he could see even shadows at night. Nightmares were nothing to him now as he and the night became more acquainted. It was along his walk he found two thugs who cornered him in a dark alley that smelled like dead raccoon around 12 am.
“Give us cash” they said to him in business voices
“No” said Jimety as he attempted to make a quick get away before he crashed into steel. In this case a fence. As the thugs cornered him he followed his senses and raised his hand forward and blasted the thugs with a swirling light before they disappeared. Suddenly concern flooded him, hitting him as if someone had raised the flood gate before a large storm. As far as he knew he had just killed two people and it hurt him regardless of their innocence. Jimety then ran out of the alley way and ran as far as he could until he could run no farther. Then he rested.
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