Prologue

I love the Night. I love the way it conceals, how it awakens, and how it can alternately become a source of comfort, and a place of terror. Because it's not true what they say, you know; there are some things in the Dark, that arn't there in the Light. Though Dark and Night are two very different things. Dark eventually has an end, but Night is continuous, at one part of the world or another.

You can also control Dark most of the time. Electricity, matches, flashlights, these things can make Dark go away, or at least soften it. But once it is Night, there is no escaping it until Day; and it traps you in a posessive hold until the blood red sun pries you from it's grasp, cradling you, whispering that everything will be fine, and that evils such as Dark cannot go on forever.

A/N- I realize this is a horrible piece of work, and that it makes no sense.