Daylight

CHAPTER 18

DAYLIGHT

AIDEN

I write and sometimes I paint. At first I started with writing stories, stories of strong heroes who went off to distant lands to vanquish powerful foes and bring honor to their kingdoms. I wrote of princesses trapped in magical towers, fated to live a life dictated by their horrible conniving mother but through the power of true love and determination manage to free themselves from such a fate. One time I wrote of a ghost that haunted a village for a hundred years but that ghost was actually a misunderstood little boy longing for a friend.

And then one day I got bored, behind my parent’s back I purchased an easel with a set of paint brushes and some water colors. I was terrible at first. I couldn't even draw a butterfly, but after eight years of constant practice I’m slightly less terrible. My first painting was of a butterfly with hideous wings but that was my intention, I believed that not all butterflies had to be pretty there was an ugly one somewhere ju