Prologue

A little prologue-thingy to my newest story. I also added an overview of the family trees and species in this story.

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Most people are afraid of the dark.

Darkness means black.

Black means being unable to see, it means evil, the great Unknown, the colour of all things bad.

White on the other hand is a good thing to them.

White means pureness, an empty canvas to give meaning, a blank slate to start out with.

White means happiness, clarity, the combination of all colours combined.

I have always hated white.

For me, white means emptiness. Loneliness. Despair.

White means winter, snow and cold.

White means hurt, blindness, pain.

And pain in turn means red.

More than white, I despise red.

…Or, not exactly despise. See it as a love/hate relationship.

On one side, red stands for roses and warmth.

On the other side, red instantly leads to blood.

Rich, syrupy blood.

Dripping from the walls. Tracing down stone pillars. Staining my hands. Blurring my vision.

Cuts etched in throbbing flesh.

Screaming.

Red is also the colour of his eyes when….

Never mind.

…

Yellow is a nice colour.

Or not nice. Nice does not even begin to describe its beauty.

Yellow is summer.

Yellow is happiness.

Yellow is light.

Having yellow means being rich. It means never aching again.

Catching yellow is the difficult part.

Keeping it nearly impossible.

But if you use force, yellow will wither.

Yellow will die.

And dying means more blood on my hands.

More red, leading to more pain, leading to more white.

Happiness is suffering.

Suffering is life.

And life is the cause of my dilemma.

That one question, always haunting my dreams, hiding at the edge of my sanity.

How do you possess without breaking?

How do you fight without hurting?

How do you live when you cannot die?

But the most important question of all.

Why is yellow all I can think about lately?