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The golden light seemed to come from everywhere at once, pure and strong. She was walking behind a slender form wreathed in cold black flames, staring into the soulless eyes swallowed with the coldness enshrouding him. Despite the light around her, she felt empty and cold. Everything of life, everything of beauty, seemed to be swallowed by the walking death.2

At their side flowed the golden river with its rich music and fair grass sloping to meet it, but even these things of priceless majesty seemed faraway. It was as if she was looking at a picture that she felt nothing for. Nothing would ever hide the fear shining strong in her eyes.3

The form wreathed in the dark flames towered above her, the empty eyes seeming to be full of an invisible light of hatred so cold that the birds’ sweet chirps had no meaning. Gray, leathered trees jerked away from him, and plants and flowed died and faded to bleakness as his gaze swept over them. Insects dropped to the ground as he pushed near them, life snuffed out like a gallon of water poured over a single candle. The only thing that remained undying was the golden river where all wishes were fulfilled.4

His voice was a chill hiss that made her skin crawl, his words so cold that her heart stopped. “This land will die soon. What will they say to you? It is your fault.” 5

It was not the words that intensified her fear, but rather the lack of emotion with which he said it. He might as well have been speaking of a speck of dust he intended to blow. How could somebody speak of death so calmly, so coldly? She had thought him a maniac of no concern to her at first, but the longer she followed him against her will the colder and darker the flame wreathed figure seemed to grow. As cold as ice and as dark as the darkest depths of the ocean. It was enough to drive sanity from the sanest soul.6

She wanted to scream, to yell and shout as loud as she could, but words were beyond her. In the face of such darkness, words were insignificant and useless. Nothing mattered but to leave his presence for even a second, but the cold gaze kept her frozen in place. Her body refused to obey; so afraid did those soulless eyes make her.7

When his gaze wandered back over the dying land, she felt her knees go weak with relief, but fear returned as she saw a strong hatred bubbling to the surface of those lifeless eyes. The golden water had begun to froth and buck like a mad bull, seeping up onto the ground. Though he was not looking at her, fear still refused to release her.8

The flames wreathing him seemed to crawl away from him, attaching to the ground like leeches sucking the blood from something. But the flame wreathed figure paid them no mind. The sole focus of his attention was the gold waters, where a faint golden glow began to flicker into being.9

Undeniable relief washed through her as the light grew stronger, seeming to gather into two spots to form two white-cloaked figures.10

Fear replaced the hatred in his eyes, and an unearthly howl echoed through the air, taken up by the wraiths flickering around him like the dark flames she had mistaken them for. As soon as it had come, the light was gone, but the two figures remained.11

The flame-wreathed figure had been backing up all the while this was happening. He was balanced precariously on the edge of the golden river, more dark flames around him detaching. He howled in misery as the light seeped into the world he had ruined just a few minutes ago. 12

When he had found his tongue at last, he glanced futilely at the wraiths for support, but found none that wished to offer him support. “You will never win. One day you will see that.” His voice burned with hatred and misery, but the fear that drove him on made his voice almost a pleading hiss.13

The smaller of the two white-cloaked figures became circled with pale, translucent forms of unearthly beauty. Speaking calmly, the shorter of the two fearlessly eyed the dark one and its wraiths, slipping to the girl’s side and pressing a gentle hand on her shoulder.14

“Go, child. This is something you should not see.”15

Nodding weakly, she forced her legs to move, unable to hide the relief surging through her. When she had left, the two white-robed figures joined hands, the translucent figures making a protective ring about them. The flame wreathed figure howled in misery. The ground beneath him became a pool of darkness that swallowed the wraiths and the dark one.16

~Uhh...yeah...kinda wierd, but I felt like writing a short story so...~17