Book One – Chapter 8

But what was their path? Within her surged light and shadows, the raw energy bestowed by the moon and the pull of the darkness. Amidst the shifting and changing currents of her mind, she comprehended that both these powers lay dormant, awaiting her conscious command to rouse one over the other. What stirred within her wizard?

He was a Lightshifter, but struggled to discern the elusive fragments of light, lost in the shadow of his growing blindness. This struggle had woven the fabric of their shared path. For him, Midnight could be the light, wielding the radiance he lacked and sought. She envisioned herself, fur aglow in radiant silver, like the moon but never wavering. A perfect complement to his deficiencies.

No. Midnight refused to be a mere reflection of his desires, she would be what he needed. She would not compensate for his losses. She would not be a regression to what he had been, a reminder of his past. Because then her presence would only revert him into what he tried so hard not to lose, and not into what he could take and be instead. Midnight would be the catalyst for his potential. She would never tread alongside his path as an illuminating crutch. Their paths would converge. To be what he needed, she must not be a giver, but a taker.

In the shroud of his blindness, she would embody the darkness. If others disturbed his mind, Midnight would not be a voice amongst them to offer soothing words, but the pervasive silence that drowned them. In the realm of his illusions that he so often conjured for companionship, she would stretch infinitely, a presence that brooked no intrusion. Where he felt nothing, she would be all.

Midnight’s commitment was resolute. She would be darkness and she would be silence, an omnipresence consuming and expanding. If Yves recognised her whenever he saw and felt nothing, she would even kill the something.