Literature
A Good Start
Dark. The boy sat cross-legged, sullenly ignoring the surrounding darkness. His Shadow peered over his shoulder anxiously, like a puppy seeking attention. The boy ignored that, too. Whether or not the Shadow was actually responsible for their current situation was debatable, but nevertheless, it was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. (Not that it was particularly visible, mind - save for a pair of glinting emerald eyes, the Shadow had been all but swallowed up by the thundering dark.) The boy continued to pout as he blindly fiddled with the smoldering grey tangle that sprouted from his head. They'd taken his light away. K