Even in the greatest darkness there is always light.
They clashed in the twilight. One was dressed in death's
cloak and the other with wings of an angel. As the sword hit the scythe on the
rooftops, a curious little girl was wandering up the stairs to see what the
noise was all about. A flurry of arrows made of light flew from the angel. The
girl grabbed the handle and opened the door to see both of them. She first
looked at the angel; she had never seen anything so bright and cleansing
before. She then looked at the evil ; she saw sadness and despair. It was pure
darkness. The evil spun his scythe, deflecting the arrows, and then vanished
into the darkness. It reemerged from the shadows and tried to hit the angel
with his scythe from behind, but the angel quickly turned around and blocked it
with his sword. They started to fight in the air, the angel’s feathers
gracefully descending from the sky.
"They're so pretty," the girl thought as they
fell, although she felt certain sadness as well. She was not really sure why
she felt this way, but she knew that the angel would prevail no matter what.
She continued to watch as the battle went on. The evil used his shadow like it
was the fine point of a needle and attacked repeatedly. The angel barely evaded
each strike. The girl was amazed by what she was seeing. It looked like the
fighting would never stop, but the girl looked more closely. They were both starting
to get tired, even though neither wanted to stop.The evils shadow split apart
into four, each with the strength of the original. They all took the hilt of
their scythe and hit the angel with it slamming him into the wall.
"Mr. Angel, are
you okay?" she shouted, but he ignored her. Then, before she knew it, he
was behind the evil. The angel knocked the evil to the ground with his sword
before flying straight towards him. With one last breath he thrust the blade
into the evil's body. A shadow slowly
crept over the angel. The girl thought it was the clouds blocking the moon, but
the skies were clear. The moon was shining as brightly as ever. There was one
thing the girl did not know the first time she saw the angel. His wings that
glowed so brightly were once even brighter.
There is always light in the darkness, even if only a little
bit. It’s the person’s choice to find it. His light was standing right in front
of him.
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