Chapter 2.

02.26.2004 -

It wasn't late. but it was so dark outside. Byron blinked but saw no change; the darkness was choking, swallowing him whole. He wanted to scream out for his father, worried that something terrible had happened - what was going on? He felt his lips part, his throat moved, but no sound came. This couldn't be happening; it could not even be past the strike of nine, but the darkness said otherwise. He moved, walking forward in search of a light to quench his desire for sight; he had to get out of here.

He'd been walking for what seemed like days, weeks, months, but nothing changed; the darkness was tireless and Byron was tired. Byron was about to sink to his knees in a desperate attempt to free himself from the shadows; even his visions would be a release at the moment. Perhaps that was it. the lone figure paused in his motions, seriously contemplating that thought. Perhaps this was one of his visions; his mind might be delving into the deep, darkest memories long forgotten - tucked away for safe keeping from prying eyes which might spot them. But what was that.? Across the vast black, a small spark flickered, followed by another and another until, rather suddenly, they caught and began to burn with long desired light. It was almost overwhelming; Byron was no fool, though, and made his way to the spark as fast as is gangly legs would carry him. "Don't go out. don't go out now, when I need you most."