In The Arms Of Ebony [Private/Famine]

White light.

That is what Ahote saw. White light. He did not just see it, he was submerged in the ivory void, a sudden calmness washed over him. But what was this feeling? This overwhelming feeling of emptiness? Before he knew it, his vision cut to black and woke up laying down in a sheet of clear water. Half of his body was submerged into the dense body of water, the other faced with a perfectly blue sky, clouds decorating the portrait like brushstrokes. This void was nothing but water and sky. The water so clear that it reflected nothing but the sky, and no bottom could be seen. He floated there, alone, in silence. Minutes passed by, but felt like hours. An eternity. Where was he? Who was he? He was skeptical if he were even the same person anymore. But as questions kept flowing into his mind, he reached out to the sky with an outstretched hand, reaching for it, dying to see if he could make it. But what was he reaching for? Who was he reaching for? This sky was so clear but he knew that it was nothing but clouds. But this water was so empty, but was filled with mystery and wonder. He couldn't bring himself to let himself fall into the water, however. He was too scared. Too scared that he'd drown before seeing the bottom. All his hard work of swimming and swimming, but only to find sand and dirt at the bottom.

Lax eyes and a relaxed expression, he laid there. Forever and ever.... until the sky began to crack like glass. His eyes widened with distraught, awe, shock, and fear. What was happening? What was this?! The pieces of the cracked sky fell apart, falling into a dark void and shattering into specks of light. It was all falling apart. Darkness was all that was left of that sky, no light remained. But something grabbed him. He jerked and squirmed about in response to the impact, looking around him to realize that this was no longer water, a sea of darkness! It was pulling him down. He screamed, and struggled, and sunk. He sunk, and sunk. He sunk into the darkness, deeper, and deeper. He couldn't breathe. What was going to happen? He had to make a choice...

Reach out a hand to the surface, knowing that nothing would reach back to grab him. Or give into the beckoning calls in the sea, and fall to the bottom which sand and dirt may only greet him. What would he do? What would he do?











Just then, Ahote woke up. And he knew what he had to do. He knew what he had to do to escape this loneliness. He was at home, in his bed, and not a voice to be heard from downstairs. His parents were out. Tears began to clog in the corners of his eyes as he dashed out of his bed with a haste, grabbing a small backpack and filling it with his essentials. His stuffed bunny, Oscar, his crayons, a small journal filled with recipes, and a picture of his mother. He didn't know why he'd need the picture. But he couldn't bring himself to leave it. And with that, he ran downstairs with a messy room and dashed out the door, to the Eastern Forests, away from Magnolia. It took hours, he wasn't exactly a sturdy runner.

He ran, and ran, and ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to escape. He felt that, if he left his home in search of adventure, he could escape that, and become a hero. He doubt that anyone would notice that he was gone, in his mind, at least. He ran, and ran, until he arrived to the deeper part of the forest. He was so blinded by distraught, he found himself in an area he had no recollection of. He was lost. And couldn't find his way home. He didn't want to go home... he didn't want to.

Three days had came and went, and Ahote was as skinny as a bone. He didn't have anything to eat! And for all he knew, he probably found himself deeper in the forest. The child was starved and hopeless, and deluded with the torment of hunger.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You never know dear, how much I love you
Please...
Please don't take my sunshine away...!" Were the only words that slipped out of his mouth. He could not say anything more. In the darkness, surrounded by disgusting plants and ensconced in dirt, he repeated this jingle. Over, and over, and over, until he burst into tears. He wept and shrieked in the darkness, until someone would come save him.

AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION