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// Of Light 
// Story: Of And Dot 
// by not plu 
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Of Light


I’m glad it’s sunny here. Even if I am in the middle of nowhere.

I’ve always been uncomfortable with the dark. I had a terrible fear of it when I was little. I slept with the lights on. I still can’t sleep in 100% darkness, something that Spike teases me about often.

Celeste used to joke about it, say that we’re meant to be because she’s never liked the dark either.

Didn’t think about it much as a child, but as I grew older it stuck with me.

I suppose I’ve always known too much. I’ve gleaned an incredible amount of information from living in the castle. I’m sure if I thought about it more, I’d unearth quite a lot.

Sort of like a puzzle. I have all the pieces, but I’m not sure if I want to see the picture.

Anyway, I have a task. To get across town somehow.

Spike’s speaking, I believe. Not that I care.

It’s ridiculously bright here. Like it’s... too happy.

Too perfect.

Yet it’s empty.

Something’s definitely up here. And if there’s anyone to figure it out, it’s Twila Sparks.

Twila Sparks. The Light Child.

The light child. It’s what the tabloids call me. I don’t know how it surfaced, only that I’ve been mockingly called that my entire life.

The light child.

It... makes me uneasy. Rolls over my tongue strangely.

This light is getting unbearable. It sure is hot here. Maybe that’s why I’m the only one around. Maybe they’re just avoiding the heat. That’s got to be it. That’s where I should be now, too. Inside, where it’s cool.

Seriously, Spike is possibly the worst, most idiotic...

Oh. We’re here. Well then. Here comes the sweet solace of air conditioning. And maybe a fruity drink.

Tonight is when my work really starts.