A being of The darkness…it's about being cold. It's greaving, it´s hurt…it's….Power. the power I need, the power I want, and the power I had. Feelings do not matter in my world or age. For I am the dark, I do not care for what happens. Not even after my own being. But being thrown into a world of hope, cased away from the place I formally called "home"…. is degrading, in a sense. Learning what they call "friendship" to a being who has no emotions at all? I know all too well…Being fought over by two forces, the light and evil. To decide my fate…Which way shall I take?


An original story with how I think the world's going to end. :pinkiecrazy:[spoiler]lol not.:rainbowkiss:[/spoiler]