Save Me From the Dark

A figure in a long, burgundy cloak, his face concealed by his hood, was kneeling next to a massive sculpture of the Sun. The expression of the Sun reflected its might and dignity. It also exuded something foreboding, dark. Once you have decided to commit or devote yourself to that force, its shadow will stay with you forever. "O magistrum sunt abscondit enim verba. Nos contendunt vim aeternum. Potens sacrificare parati sumus. Dat signum," his lips recited. Then he drew a knife with a gilded hilt embellished with medieval runes from his cloak and cut his arm. The blood began to drip on the pedestal under the Sun. The young man sprung to his knees and ran to the fountain located on the right side of the pedestal and the Sun. He looked into the water in the fountain. The water started to change its usual black colours, and he saw a young woman with caramel hair sitting on the shore next to the water; she held a pen between her fingers, her gaze fixed on the water and what was beyond it. "I shall find you, whoever you are," he said, his eyes fixed on the face of the young woman with wandering eyes. *Translation: Oh, master hid our words. We strive for power eternally. We are ready to sacrifice to be powerful. Give a sign.