A day such a day to one should be awaken by singing birds, a lovley ray of sunshine hitting your eyes, a plate full of breakfast by your side, a nice smell of pancakes awaiting in the distant.
But one dare to dream deosnt expect such things as one is only exposed to that which is used to, a bare nothing to such a day of supposed happyness.
Only to receive as expected to this day, to what you ask in what he received? Only a lite hand shake and green notes to which falls into his wallet.
One can only be too happy enough for what he has received so far, but the darkness of the day is what he worries about most.
What lingers in the dark wickard corner awaiting to harvest his soul into the bitter sea of the night as he see's glowing eyes waiting upon his retrieval.
He is only to scared to think to bare of what is upon that wickard darkness, only to see it spread within! Only to fear life more than ever before.
As he slowly gets his body up from his un-compfy bed, he immediatly ponders about the darkness in which he worries about. He can see it spread, he knows something has to be done, he knows something bad will happen, one way or another he is going to face the truth that lays within.
He then is faced upon a choice which he is only having to choose, he knows he cannot back away from this choice, if this poor soul does he is left but nothing a souless soul to which has been drained from all it's powers.
Quickly but none the less he chooses to face the fear which mattered but to only decide to clear the un-resolved issues of conflicts which spreaded through the darkness.
He is confronted by many options to which he is confused, he can not understand the variables to such options. In time he is then confronted by the answer by another, only then he is able to step one foot infront of the other.
But... Only then he realizes that with every action comes with consequence, when their's action, their's reaction. To this he makes his choices and successfully brighten's up the spreading darkness.
