No comic/ Death of the Darkness

Sorry sorry sorry. I was in a car accident yesterday and between the pain pills and the inability to bend over AND DRAW I'm afraid the comic will not pick up again till Friday. I am deeply deeply sorry for this. Especially since I was beginning to slow down and draw well again. Here is an old story from one of my high school note books. I am writing this without spell check so PLEASE forgive any spelling errors or grammar mistakes. For I am on pain medications and that messes with my head.

Note-italic sentences are the characters thoughts when in 3rd person view.

I can remember the day of my rejection. The day when I was deemed trash. A waste of genetics. For you see the first born child of two elites are supposed to be as strong as their parents, with the perfect black night wings on the day of our awakening, the day we remove ourselves from the protective shell. When we of the Dark race are born we entrap ourselves in a large crystal cocoon until we grow into adolescence. As we grow so do our wings. We of the Elites anyway. Not I, for I was faulty. My wings would not grow and with that came the gravest penalty. My mother, so beautiful with short raven hair, white perfect skin like alabaster, and a face that was born to smile, she looked like a pixie when she smiled. She wore a long black dress that covered her against an imaginary cold in the room. And around her neck was a crystal, white as light and held inside the severed three talon claw of a Star screamer. A Star Diamond, I had one around my neck as well it was important to her and to me, showing an ever lasting bond between mother and son. Yet that bond could die, with either of our deaths it could die. Today the doctors would decide what to do with me. I did not understand what that meant at the time. My mother continued to whisper through my shell, telling me, “everything would be alright”, but the look on her face told me otherwise. Still I wanted to believe her, for her sake as much as my own. The doctor arrived, an Empath like all other doctors, pulling my mother away from me. The man whispered to her as she only nodded not taking her eyes off of me. Fear plastering her face until finally she broke at the last words of the doctor. Crying, my mother made a mad dash for me only to be held down by four figures. They came from the shadows holding my mother down, while she screamed for them to stop while she cried and fought to try and get away, to get to me. I wanted to tell her everything would be alright. I couldn’t , as the doctor put a strange kind of large tube on my cocoon, I was forced into that tube. I could not breath, I could not scream. I could only feel, feel the panic, feel the darkness pull at me. Engulfing me into numbing darkness. I wanted to tell my mother, I wanted to say goodbye, I had the words in my mind, and kept thinking them, “I’m sorry mommy. Don’t cry, it’ll be alright, be happy. I love you”, and then, nothing.

A younger woman’s face was in front of him, “are you alright?”, her face was full of concern. Her dark brown eyes were red and puffy, she had been crying. crying for me?“can you here me?” His eyes went out of focus as the world moved beneath him, forcing his sight to focus on her he stopped the movement of the ground.
“Wha-”, he nearly choked as his voice came out scratched and sore.Was that my voice? Could that be my voice?
“water, yes, here”, she said as she rushed through a quick motion of the hands. A glass of water was brought to his lips, which he drank, gratefully choking on the cool liquid.
When was the last time I had a drink?
The boy tried standing , his small body shaking with the exertion of merely trying to sit upright.She helped him, then lifted him into her arms. Holding him as if he were her child. It was then that he could see it, see all of it. Death, they were surrounded by it, for as far as he could see were the decaying remains of children. Flies buzzed endlessly in this place and as the wind changed his senses were assaulted by the stench of death. Was this his personal hell. Would this be where he would stay for eternity with this strange woman. Fear, despair and fatigue fought against one another as the boys mind began to process the very insanity of this world. Finally fatigue won and let the boy slip into blissful, safe, darkness.

He woke up, it was not the first time he had seen the room. The boy had awoken up to it several times now. It was small and spartanly furnished with a metal bed and dressers. Each time he had awaken the woman would just be leaving, ‘to work’, she would say, and leave behind food for him. Thanks to that, and the amount of rest his tired body was getting, the boy was feeling better now. No it was not the first time he had awaken but this time she was there and she was staying. Who was this person? Was she some weirdo? Would she be mean? no, she would not be mean. he could tell that now as she sat beside him stroking his hair. Now he got a good look at the woman who had saved him. She was good looking with long black hair that fell down to the nape of her back. With a petite frame that was perfect with the angular face. That face had emotions written on it now, what looked like hope, and loneliness was moving through it. Finally those eyes, those dark chocolate eyes . He could become lost in those eyes if he only allowed himself. They were mesmerizing.
“Hi, so you’re awake again, um?”, she was flustered and, for some reason, it made him nervous, “I’m sorry, I’m a bit nervous”, she laughed, it was a lovely female laugh, “I’m Sophitia, Sophitia Razril. Who are you?”.
that was a good question. Mother had given me a name. it was, why can’t I remember, it was…
“Kailen”, Kailens face beamed with childish joy as he remembered everything now, “Kailen Allord. My mommy is Mistress Miraleen Allord”, the pride on his face was so obvious as he spoke of his family, “ and daddy, daddy is Master Tybis Allord. We’re Elites, we’re special, especially me.”
“yes you are special”, Sophitia hugged him close then tears began to fall as she cried over him, “so special”.
“Don’t cry Mistress Sophitia”, he rubbed her back feeling weird over the situation, “I’m sorry for making you cry.”
“ No!”, Sophitia yelled out the words shocking him, “it’s not you Kailen, it’s this world, our world. You don’t understand do you?”, Sophitia moved so that she could look him up and down. Rubbing his arms with her hands, soothing him. “In our world, our society when a child of two elites is deemed not worthy they attempt to kill the child by breaking their crystal cocoon. Sending the body to the fields of death. If any child survives they are not allowed to see their parents. If you see your father they will kill you both.”
The thoughts scared Kailen as he asked, “and mommy too?”, tears shimmering in his eyes.

“ and your mother too”, the answer came flat and toneless.
It broke his will. Emotions stabbed through him like a dull knife in his stomach.I can never see mommy or daddy? Was I not good enough?The doubt and despair assaulted him as he realized it all.
No, I wasn’t. I’m worthless! I’m nothing! I want to die! I want to die!I want to…
“NO!”, he screamed and cried, striking balled fists against the bed, “Mommy! I want mommy! Please! Please! I’ll be good, I’ll be the best! Just let me see my mommy!”, Kailen cried, and he screamed, until nothing was left. Until all he could do was lay in that bed waiting for an end, wishing for an end.

It seemed like days before Kailen wanted to think again. Sophitia was gone, after forcing food down his throat and into another bath she had left him as Kailen only wished for death. I’m causing miss sophitia trouble, he thought regretfully, she’s been so nice to me and here I am being a brat. Mommy would be-
Kailen stopped the thought before he could finish it. If he kept dwelling on it he would never make it out of this room . He would remain an emotional mess and that would make his family disappointed in him. He was an Elite, he should act accordingly.
“I should go apologize”, Kailen said to the empty room, “yes I should for being so mean to Mistress Sophitia. Besides that, I have not had a chance to explore this house yet.",With a gulp of fear and self loathing he got out of the bed. Pretending he was a great Elite assassin, like his father, Kailen opened the door, no noise, no squeak, nothing. Even if he was not powerful enough to be considered an Elite, Kailens skills were bred into him. For silence was his weapon against everything, nothing could attack him if it could not see him, but he could attack it, yes he could take out all his fears in one silent blow.

The house was small, simple, and clean, the walls painted a strange dull green color he could not tell what color it was. The hall way held 3 doors, one of which was the room he had come from, one was obviously another bathroom, the other had to be a second bedroom. At the end of the hall was the living room and kitchen. There was both a front and back yard. But no one was out there, nor in the living room or kitchen. The hallway was empty and the bathroom was too. That left only the other bedroom. Inches from the door he could hear her crying. Without a second thought Kailen’s heart broke for this woman. He could not believe she would cry for him. She had to be crying for someone else. After all he was nothing. Still he could try and comfort her and she may continue to feed him. Walking slowly Kailen entered her room and put a hand on Sophitias back. The touch caused her to jump. Her eyes, red and puffy from crying again, were filled with surprise and fear.

“oh, I’m sorry” she wiped tears away standing then pacing, “I was just-” she was flustered again, looking confused as if she did not know whether to choose one choice or another. Emotions tugged at those choices, doubt and fear were among them. “I thought you left?”.There it was, she wanted him to leave, but,
“I have no place to go,”, Kailen answered with all the bravery that a small child could muster, “but if you don’t want me to stay-”'
“Oh no!”, Sophitia roared and cornered him, hands resting on his shoulders in a possessive and soothing manner, “I want you to stay”.
Does that mean,“Forever?”
“Yes, if you want that is”Kailen could not breath. Happiness choked in his heart as she embraced him in a hug. The tears came but it was no longer from fear or anger. No he cried cause he was happy. So he cried until all the pains, all the fears, and all the anger left him. When he was done they still held on to one another. As if they were afraid, afraid that if they let go it would all disappear.

Sophitia became my surrogate mother. She had lost a son, much like how I was taken from my parents, and had left the body in the fields of death. She would not tell me who the father was, and neither did I care. If he could not appreciate this beautiful wonderful woman then that was his failure. Sophitia taught me talents over time, small ones, and later we learned that I was much like her. I was an elemental, I had control over elements. She taught me how to control them. Yet the way she taught it was not control, but understanding. Through this I learned the smallest of things can have a voice and create something vast. That was the second greatest gift she gave me. The first, well that was a home.