Burning sensation assaulted his senses and white flames licked his skin as an ancient beast would its prey. They left their marks on his entire body and in a white world where every inch was cowered in burning flames, there was no escape from the pain that came from their harrowing hunger. 

Despair filled his chest but in this white world, no one came to help him until a lonely figure began to walk to him. 

A faceless woman, his mother approached him, touched his cheek, and caressed his burned flesh with a smile on her face until she began to talk. 

He desired to understand her but no matter how long she moved her lips he was unable to comprehend what she was saying. Her voice came out of her mouth as an uncontrollable whisper, a blurry voice of what once was called alive suppressed by the sound of burning flesh and wood. 

Nevertheless, after she finished, he nodded and when her mouth closed, she smiled for the last time before her body began to melt under his eyes. 

From beautiful woman to skinned monster, to just bones and then dust falling into the white world. 

With fear and desperation gripping his heart he screamed and with a pull of his muscles, he jerked in bed and opened his eyes. 

Still breathing heavily and with sweat rolling down his forehead he observed his surroundings while trying to calm down his beating heart. It took time but after finally understanding where he was he massaged his head and while he pushed the blanket away he slowly came to the small washroom in the corner of his dark room where he cleaned his face and looked into a mirror. 

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In it, he observed a fifteen-year-old boy, with black hair that had silver ends and blue eyes that shined in darkness like two azure diamonds. 

His skin was pale and his body skinny, every inch was pure and untouched except for his face which was full of freckles and black bags under his eyes. There were no scratches on his body showing the horrors he went through or wounds that could bring his bad memories back but he nevertheless stared at himself until a droplet of water fell into a pool in the sink. 

Submerging his hand into the water he cleaned his face and then he bent down and took black clothes from under his bed and for a while rummaged through his things, paint, brushes, and many dark clothes to find glowes and a black veil. 

After putting them on he looked at his reflection in the mirror finding a person covered from head to toe in black. There was no flaw and no gap to be exposed. Even his face was covered by a veil blocking anyone from looking him right into his eyes. 

Making sure everything was in place he finally took a step closer to the cowered window and was prepared to uncover it but as he grasped both sides of the curtain intense pain assaulted his chest forcing him to grasp the place where his heart was and kneel on one of his knees. 

Pain flooded his body and mind, flowing through him pushing his blood to flow and making him grind his teeth to not let out a scream. The pain was the same but also different from the one he dreamed about every night.

It was cruel and unyielding but not penetrating as white flames that upon burning his skin wanted to devour even his bones.  

For a while he stayed on the ground, waiting for his heart to calm down and the pain coming from his chest to disappear. When his agitated mind finally calmed down and the pain in his chest receded he raised his gaze to look at a small sliver of sunlight that passed through the gap in the curtain and then on his chest where part of his clothes exposed his skin.  

Grinding his teeth he buttoned the forgotten button that exposed him and then stood up and with the last of his power he pushed the curtain open, finally letting sunlight fall on his cowered body with the hope that dark silk would protect him from his harrowing enemy. 

Glorious but not so merciful Sun.