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The knight of the dark stands guard because he's guarding something very important to him.

He stands erect, like most people do, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. He is the armour, the essence. He chose that form because, other than the general easthetic, he thought it stood for all the things that knights really weren't. Protectors, gaurdians, shields against the quaint thing called evil these days. He wanted to be the epitome of all they stood for. Mybe more. So there was nothing inside the black, black armour because he was the armour, and tried to be all it stood for. So he stood still, in the glade. Standing so still. 

He had went to the forest because it called to him. But unlike most things, unlike his very creators, it called softly, quietly. It had whispered, insistent, but only when insistence was what he was looking for. It had asked rather than demanded. And he likes the Spirits. They are patient - except for the ones embodying impatience - and are friendly. He stands there and will only be disturbed when he is really needed. So he rests. He remembers. He will stand there for a long time. He will explore the Forest. He will do many things. Soon he will be disturbed soon. He will, I assume, be needed. And maybe afterwards, after the adventure and turmoil and friendship, he will have found what he needed. 

But for now, he stands guard.

He guards a grave. 

Hey, the CAPTCHA said 'huck'! SHUCKS FREDERIC I DIDN'T KNOW YOU CARED! Top.

Something I'm toying with. Sorry, it's really bad and poorly written:

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Silence. The stillness of the mountains could've added another corpse to the number of those who had already fallen. One girl, cheeks wet with ignored tears, looked out at the other peaks. A cold wind threw her unkepmt hair behind her. She turned away from the wind, staring with reluctant eyes at the dead soldiers strewn in various positions all over the mountainside. The tears began to fall from the young woman's eyes, leaving trails of frost where they ran, but she didn't care. She walked stiffly over to one soldier in particular who was in the middle of the bodies and brushed the hair from his dead eyes. The wind grew stronger and colder, and an ethereal whispering filled the air. She looked up from the soldier and faced the wind. To her horror, snow was drifting up into the wind. The snow was coming from the bodies, which were slowly dissolving.

"NO!!" She shrieked, a sound of pure despair. She grabbed at the special soldier. "NO!! Don't leave me! You musn't!" But her screams were ignored by the wind. Already, the soldier's flesh was turning into snowflakes and flying off with the wind. The young woman sobbed. "Take me with you!" She groped at the airborne crystals that used to be her soldier. The wind paid her plea no heed. Whisking away the icy last remains of the soldiers, the wind died away. The girl broke down, her freezing tears forming little near-perfect spheres on the gound. "No... My love... My love... Where have you gone...?" But she hadn't seen the words written on the ground yet.

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Constuctive critisism? Just critisism? *Sad laugh*

Chinch, your idea of Light and Dark loving eachother was really good! And...it spawned this. Honestly, I wrote this in about an hour, so it's a rough draft. Constructive criticism?

Light shines and that is all that can be said about her. For all comparisons, from glittering jewels to gleaming blades still circle back to Light. Every fine strand of hair flows from her head, forever changing as they swirl and dance to a music that only they can hear most of the time. But if you can hear it, then (just for a moment) stop and close your eyes as everything is hollowed out into cavern. And the music flows into that empty space, filling you with warmth. Then, don’t open your eyes, for perhaps you will see her just for a second. And that is the only way Light’s beauty can be fully understood.

Yet there is one part of Light that does not shine. And those are her eyes. They are brilliant, black orbs that contrast with everything else.

And they remind Light, when she is alone in her blinding world, of the one she loves.

The one she is always with and the one she couldn’t live without.

Darkness.

One cannot exist without the other, and that is why they always are near. When it is night time, and Darkness spreads her ebony wings, Light comes out to play, illuminating the night with star-kisses. And when it is day, Darkness creeps her shadows around Light in a quiet hug.

Everyone thinks of them as opposites, but opposites attract. And that is why, there is Light and Darkness, forever in their endless dance to get closer to each other.

2nd draft!
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The sun rises, and Light does with it. She opens her eyes to the world she has covered for so long. And for just a moment her eyes close, and a tear falls. Because for just a moment, she is alone in her blinding world again. Alone, without the one she loves.

Darkness.

People see Light, and they smile. And Light gives a sunset-toned smile back, for it gives her happiness to see them acting like the world is theirs. People always think that way, and every once in a while they really do make a difference. Then a shadow falls, and she sighs in relief.

Darkness hides in the corners from her shining love. When it is night time, she can come out and dance along the streets in her ebony gown. But Light reigns supreme in the day.

However, there are still shadows lining every building. And in those shadows, Darkness wraps her arms around Light. Just a comforting embrace. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the smallest things can mean the world to some. And it means everything to Light.

Then the sun sets, and it becomes that time when two lovers can dance and think that they’re the only ones awake. Darkness swirls in the sky, as Light gives her playful star-kisses. And among the bright city signs, Light can look up and see Darkness’s smiling face.

The the sun rises, and the day repeats again.

The realization of a confused kid, also known as Pooki P:

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I have come to the realization that I live a double lifestyle.

Ok, I know what you're saying.

What the heck? That stuff is only in movies!

No, I actually do.

There is a Pooki P that I carry into my art classes: The serious Pooki P who dresses very seriously and draws very seriously and quietly, who doesn't talk much, generally has a friendlier version of Eska and Dezna's demenor, and acts like a super serious and polite highschool student.

Then there is the Pooki P that, when he comes home, puts on a tutu and a tshirt with a rainbow on it. Then he reclines on the couch and eats junk food while playing video games, and talks on the phone loudly for hours, skipps everywhere he goes like a first grade fairy-obsessed girl, and has the vocabulary of an iritable sailor who never learned manners. 

There is the proof: I, Pooki P of chatterbox, lead a double lifestyle. 

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Also, not only was that a sort of interesting thought excerpt I came up with, it's actually true.