Dark Angel

When Qyrian saw her for the first time, she was as tiny as he was, probably shorter, but definitely braver, aye, he'd admit that. She looked different though. While he had his light, blonde hair and a deep set of blue eyes, she had eyes and hair as dark as ebony. He remembered looking into those eyes and drowning in them. Never had he thought that he could be fascinated by the shape of someone's eyes. Almond shaped, and delicate. She had been beautiful. And he was... stupid. He had let her enter his life, shining like the angel she was, and he had put his trust in her. He had believed that she was his best friend, and that she would take his side no matter the odds. But the odds were against them. She had led him into her world, cherished his presense like no other would, shared his plate and food, took his hand when he was afraid, showed him the meaning of a friendship that he never knew--- and then she left him cold, in a world that was unknown to himself, in a world that she knew he could not survive in. Like a man sailing across the ocean, without a compass. Alone. Of course, somebody ought to break his heart. Qyrian was eight and foolish. He had a father, aye, but the man was never home. But when he was, Qyrian would prepare for his father's wrath that would bestow upon himself. Sometimes, when he was lucky, he'd get a broken nose, a dislocated jaw. Most of the times, he suffered from broken ribs or bruises so bad that he could hardly move himself. Qyrian loved to believe that some people were born to suffer, and had everything they'd ever known taken away from them in a blink of an eye. He knew this kind of people, they surrounded him, haunted him, swallowed him. He lived with them in the streets for months, suffered with them, grew hungry with them. Hell, he almost died along with them. It was until one day that he decided he wanted to be no part of them. And so he took the Light, and placed it on his heart. But this time, he grew wiser, and a wise man always learned from his mistake. He learned to expect nothing.