Darkness. Everywhere I look their is darkness. I strain my eyes, but I cannot see for the darkness.
Fire! Heat! I vaguely notice that for all the fire, their is still no relief from the oppressing darkness.
The heat is too much for me to bear. I scream in agony, begging for relief. But all in vain. No matter how much I scream, their is no relief.
A figure, coming out of the flames! Hands reach towards me, trying to pull me downward. Trying to pull me towards more darkness, and more agony.
In terror I call out to a figure I have heard others speak of. A being that I have been told can save me from all dangers. Surely that includes this? The hands are getting closer, I scream, my mind forms the words I have heard in the past, and my mouth forms the cry, full of terror, desperation, and, strangely enough, hope that He will hear.
"God! Save me!" Is my desperate cry. Suddenly, without warning, the figure vanishes. The flames disappear, the agony is gone. The darkness, the ever present darkness, recedes.
I see a person, if so glorious a being can be called such. He is clad in white. A white so pure it shines with a holy light. Or is that Him? He reaches out his hand to touch me. This time I feel no fear. Upon contact, I am clothed as he, in a pure white. Then I notice, the darkness has stopped receding, it is gone.
In the beginning, their was light.
AN: Not the best work, I know, but It's still my first one-shot that's actually gonna stay posted. Criticism welcomed. If you feel the desire to flame, please do not be anonymous. I'd like to know who it is that doesn't like this.