The Shadows in the Light
Fear the shadows that hold the Black
For if you are caught, you won't come back.
Fear the spots where there is light,
For there it is that hides the White.
Hold your ground, keep your sight,
For you must be prepared to deal with White.
Skill and strength you must not lack,
As you will need it when you battle with Black.
A lovely white Zafara was playing happily with a shadow Lupe. They were
two innocent young pets, their thoughts filled with happiness and joy. They
planted flowers, everlasting flowers, as they were planted by pure minds and
friendship. They planted trees of all kinds, which bore the most delicious fruit
you could ever taste. But one day, a human came along, and claimed the pretty
Zafara as his own. In the land the two pets had planted, he placed a fountain.
He wanted to destroy the trees, and remove the flowers so that he could build
a house right in front of the fountain. The Zafara cried out against him, but
the human wouldn't listen. Then, the Lupe attacked the owner, angry at the human
for claiming the Zafara as his. The Lupe pushed him into the fountain, but a
strange thing happened-- the boy disappeared into the fountain, not drowning,
not getting hurt in any way. He just vanished into the water.
After that, the two friends raged against
owners, walking the streets to warn pets, giving them a drink from the fountain--
which corrupted their minds. Any pet that could be led to drink from the fountain
turned against owners, and forgot their full names and just remembered short
versions of their real ones. They either turned shadow or white. Shadow was
for the pets that didn't have owners, but just raged against people. White was
for the ones with owners, who raged against their owner with a fierce hate,
and against all other people with dislike.
After there were many pets who had been captured,
they all stopped going out in public, as some humans recognized them, and captured
the pets to turn over to the authorities. Soon, the evil pets just ducked around
in shadows, choosing victims. But when they were caught off guard by a pet,
they captured him, too.
Her laugh was of twinkling bells, her fur as
white as pure snow. If you were to pat that mound of fluffy-looking snow, it
felt as soft as a baby pets' fur. Her eyes were a piercing blue, her mouth ever
turned up in a smile. She was the type of pet anyone would want. Yet, she was
She wandered the streets at night, and hid during
the day. Although she walked the grimy streets, her fur never grew dirty or
tangled--- it stayed fluffy. Despite her bright white fur, she was never spotted,
unless by chance. And it was by chance I found her.
"Who are you?" I asked, mesmorized by this pet.
Me, a Kougra, entranced with a Zafara
She turned around, startled. "I am Sila. I thought
no one could see me..."
She laughed her twinkling laugh.
She had been standing under a bright light, yet
you couldn't help but not notice her.
"I... I am not quite sure how I found you," I
replied, earnestly. This was true. I had just happened to glance her way, and
my mouth spoke before my eyes adjusted and saw her.
"Well, now, what is your name?" she seemed to
want a change of subject. Since I also found that subject senseless, I didn't
"Aqwuamarine..." I blushed a bit at my long name,
which seemed foolish, now.
"Then I shall call you Mar," said Sila decidedly.
"Where is your owner?" it slipped out. I hadn't
meant to ask that question, not yet, anyways. But it did seem such a beautiful,
nice pet should have an owner.
A shadow seemed to flicker over her bright blue
eyes, but if there had been one, I either imagined it or it passed before it
was really there.
"My, my owner? Well, now... she is... she is...
out shopping. Come with me, I'll show you my home." Sila smiled, showing bright
white teeth that matched her fur.
Before I knew it, I had agreed. I tried to object
after I realized it, because my own owner would be furious if I went off somewhere
without telling her.
But Sila would take no excuses. "Come, come!
We shall have fun!" she grasped my paw and danced away.
Soon, from all the whirling and twirling of her
dance, I was dizzy.
"Please, stop. Or I'm going to be sick!" I pleaded
with her. We twirled some more, but then we came to an abrupt halt.
"Here we are!" I opened my eyes, the world spinning.
I closed me eyes shut again, as I couldn't get
a clear picture of where I was, and didn't reopen them until my lunch settled.
When I opened my eyes, I let a gasp fall out.
The place was beautiful. There was a wide range of lush, green grass. A fountain
was a few feet before me, shooting water up into the air, and then flowing down
gracefully. There were trees of all kinds spread out: Apple trees, orange trees,
lemon trees, pear trees-- any kind of fruit tree one could imagine and more.
There were flowers scattered randomly about,
yet, if one stepped on them, they were not harmed.
Then I noticed that there were many pure white
pets about, all with the same fluffy coat of fur. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed
shadowed pets, too. The fur on them looked soft and silky, but not quite as
I stared agape for a few seconds, soaking the
scene in. Suddenly Sila's voice was ringing merrily into my ear, "Would you
not like a drink, Mar?"
Sila picked up one of the many cups that surrounded
the fountain. I was surprised I had not noticed the glasses before. Then, she
filled it with some sparkling, clear water from the fountain and handed the
glass to me.
"Thank you," I gratefully took the cup, aware
that I was indeed thirsty.
I drank the refreshing drink, not ware of a small,
triumphant glint in Sila's eyes.
Suddenly, I felt a small change come over me.
Looking down, I noticed my once green fur, turning pure white.
For a frantic moment, I thought about my owner,
but discovered that my thoughts for her were turning evil. She is unkind...
she treats you like a slave. Remember all those times she hurt you... wounded
you... a voice was swirling about in my head, saying those untrue things about
her. Yet, I found I couldn't over come them. Soon, it was fixed in my mind that
she was cruel, thoughtless, and selfish.
One tiny, quiet voice floated in, though: But
remember how lovingly she called you, 'Aqwuamarine'.
But that whispering voice was blocked out by
Sila's flowing voice whispering, 'Mar' over and over in my head.
So it was that I became one of them.
A/N: If you want to Neomail for for one reason or another, go ahead. I don't