The lethal midnight jaguar raced from house to house, looking for prey to feast on. The little black cat sauntered around a window that shone in the darkness of night. Once the room darkened the black cat peacefully scratched at the window, in hope of bringing a comforting sleep. But its attempts were futile for walls of fear do not budge. In the distance a lethal black leopard was weaving in and out of trees. Looking for prey so the majestic beast can feed upon its bone shivering, skin prickling prey. It's ruby red eyes glowed as it stalked upon the house with the black cat. Sensing danger the cat dashed from the window in hopes of comforting someone else. The leopard approaching the house sniffed, it's lips pulled back into a wicked grin showing its razor sharp teeth. It jump into the room, the wall of fears embracing its sleek body.
Inside was a little girl who sat in her ruffled bed with a certain alertness in her bones that only comes from one thing, fear. A sudden squeak made her jump in fright. “It’s just Grandma downstairs.” She said trying to reassure herself. There was another bump off in the distance. The little girl's eyes widened and her breath hitched, “Stop you can not be afraid, fears are a weakness that your enemies while exploit.” She whispered her grandma's words, hoping they will save her from the terror of night. The sounds of the night were scratching and slithering their way up the stairs. Each sounding of a dead man's last heart beat. The little girl wrapped her golden wings around her, hoping they could the night from seeping its way to her heart. Tries trickled their way down her porcelain face, she weeped “Dont worry theres nothing there, it's just your imagination.”(Silence met her than an ancient wail, tension slowly leaked its way into the room till it could be cut with a knife. Swoosh, the night air wrapped its way around the little angel, binding her. The shadows around her lurked, keeping an ever watchful eye. Their death hindering wails echoing through the room. “They are not real, it's just you childish imagination” she said trying to comfort herself but it was to no avail. The dead man's heartbeat amplified with every second, pulsing through the walls. Thump… Thump… Thump. The girl cowered among her pillow, her sanctuary fallen prey to the night. The thumping was so loud now she couldn't even think, the door burst open and a scream echoes through the tomb.
“Scared of the dark are we?” said an innocent voice through the dark. tsk, tsk “You know the way I feel about fears, now don't you?”
“Yes Grandma.” replied the once terrified little girl.
“I guess we'll just have to break you out of this one like we did with the other ones.”
“Of course Grandma,” if it were light, you could see the shiver that shook the small frame of the girl and the dishonesty shining through her eyes. She knew better fears are nevering ending, you will forever be afraid of the same thing. Your only hope was to hide or control it so it doesn't control you.
“Now, now how shall we break this one? It will be much harder than the heights,” She said in a thoughtful tone, “Now won't it Erebus?” she added in a mocking tone. The little girl set her jaw, she was not going to get made fun of. Even if it means she has to face her darkest fear.
“What must I do?” she said determinedly. The old womans chuckled, they bounced off the walls filling the room with her corrupt laughter. “Such a fearful girl, yet so brave. You will make a wonderful warrior one day.” She said in a pleased tone. “Tomorrow will start your training, I need time to rest my old bones.” Or thought the little girl to come up with a plain, “You never could admit when you don't have a plain.” The old woman took up laughter once again, and said under her breath “Such a fine warrior she will be.” Turning, she left the room, closing the door to shut out any unwanted light and leaving the little angel in Erebus’s hands.The morning light fluttered through the curtains as the little girl raised from her troubled sleep. She spent the entire night worrying a predator was lurking just around the corner, in a place concealed by the veil of darkness. The fear is irrational, she thought, no it isn't spoke a second voice in her head. During the night is when predators are alive, yes but it shouldn't paralyze me it should fill me with a buzz of adrenaline, isn't that how fears work? The other voice in her head went silent.
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