Darkness surrounded him from all sides… he could no longer run while his dominant hand was bleeding profusely.
Pain, was the only thing that he could feel while the darkness only closed in on him.
He was meek before, he was afraid, scared of pain, of loss, but one of the worst, he was scared of losing his brother.
He still felt fear, but that was something that he wanted to leave behind as well, he was no longer going to be afraid, fear was something that did nothing but hold him back.
'I'm not going to be held back.' Thought the boy as light enveloped his body, illuminating the night sky.
His light burned even brighter than the flames that suffocated the capital.
Almost forty vampire soldiers were closing in on him, a number that would cause trouble to even the strongest of Rondor like the Reapers of Damian.
Yet, he was not afraid.
"I walk amongst the shadows, my heart knows no fear, I will not fail you, Father."
