Iridian
The two of us hadn’t seen eye to eye on many occasions, especially during the years where I’d wallow in bitterness and misery.
Twenty feet across, where darkness coated every blade of grass and twisting tree, stood Cain. As representative of Night and a friend to shadow and darkness, the two of us were often on the same page, even without speaking. It had been Cain who had hunted down and slain the contestant Abel, another soul given into actual Darkness—one of the ancient bulls.
“Rachel was attacked.” Both men were at attention, eyes of stormy sky and festering darkness trained on me. I kept my voice even, but the rage I felt was flame that slipped through my grasp, blistering my hands.
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