Chatterbox: Inkwell

Darkness. This is a story i'v been writing so i thought i'd post it. 

I woke up in shadow a place hidden from the world’s chaos and fear. To slither out of th  shadows into the real world meant a bomb barely missing you or your own death. I managed to cheat death, to avoid it. Countless times almost killed by a bomb that missed me by inches. I was never killed by the impact. Badly scraped up? Yes. I had to eat. If I didn’t risk my life every day to get food or water I would be dead. 

    Who am I? you may wonder. I am a death cheater. A survivor, but whats my name? Midnight. Its a name that blends with the shadow, doesn’t it?  The shadows are my friend. My scales blend with them as black as midnight they are. So they let me hide in them. They accept me. They fear  me. I am a dragon of darkness.

That is who I am. 

The dawn tried to penetrate the shadows of my cave . It only managed to break through the darkness at the edge of the cave. I moved from my spot at the edge of my fortress and laid down at the back were it was the darkest. I didn’t like the light. The light was my enemy. It exposed me when I was trying to hide. A flashlight for my enemies. 

I didn’t have any real enemies. Only the ones who had started the wars. The ones who had ripped peace from the world. I never saw the peace, but I imagine there was a time were it ruled the world proud and strong. Or was there only chaos and fear. I try to hold on to the hope that peace did exist, but sometimes I wonder maybe the world was born this way. 

The war still rages on. 

A explosion sounds. People scream. A death scream. I imagine in my mind the children, the people, who had just died a meaningless death. It makes me sad and angry for the people who hide from the wars or try to, but they are always killed. The shadows aren’t their friend. They are always exposed to the sun. No human can hide from the chaos and fear. They can try, but they never survive.

I sigh. One of those people could of been a savor. A peacemaker. They could of ended the wars even though it seems impossible, but they will never have the chance. A let a sad and angry roar explode from my throat and silence sounds for just a minute. 

The people are wondering who has made that roar. They have never seen a animals before. The animals were all killed when the war started. By accident. yes, but I longed to avenge them. They shouldn’t of had to die. Now all the people eat is vetables. They survived. The humans cared about the silly vetables not the cows, the deer, the bull, the owl, the mountain lions or the rest.

I roar once again. The silence goes on. As I keep roaring I imangin some are spared. Some are running away to a cave were shadows will become their friends. The shadows will hide and protect the people who are not warriors. 

Later, my stomach growls. I take a deep breath and heave myself towards the edge. I stopped at the edge. This could be my end. One step outside could mean death, but I need to eat. Quickly, I slither out of my cave. The light momently blinds me. I want to go back to my dark cave were I am safe, protected by darkness.

I don’t want to see the chaos. I don’t want to see the wars. The wars are killing the earth, slowly. I know it in my bones.

I set out towards a place were ants rule the hearth, my ever step exposed by the sun. I hear the cries of war and the sound of bombs. I hate it.  The humans don’t touch the ants or the hearth their. They are afford of the ants. The ants are ancient. One bite from their poisons mouths would end a humans life. I am not affected by their poison. My scales are to thick. That is another way how I have cheated death. 

I arrive. My shadow takes up much of the hearth. Covering it in darkness, its enemy, my friend. The hearth needs the sun to grow plants. If shadow were to take over nothing would ever grow on the hearth. And if nothing ever grew the ecostyem would fall apart, thus ending life on earth.

I shiver at the prospect of my thoughts. The air ripples around me in tiny waves from my movement. The ants start to run. They know now i am here. They are blind, but there senses are not gone. 

I start scooping up ants in my claws. The dirt dribbles out, like a waterfall, leaving only the ants. I look at them, thoughtfully. They are bitting me, but I don’t feel a thing. My scales are my armor. A gift given by a unknown force.  I threw the ants in my mouth, closing my eyes in satisfactions are delight.

The ants have seen me eat their friends. They crawl up me, but I am not afeard. They can’t hurt me. I shake them off and my tail whipping the ground I start towards my fortress. 

I slink into my cave, enliving in the shadows. The air is comfortable, cold even. I love it. The shadows embrace me. Happiness surges threw me. I head towards the back of the cave and lay down.

I listen to the bombs hitting the earth.