It was dark out, the time was 12:38 at night. The stars were bright, and the moon shone brightly. The brightness was scary to the 17 year-old Nykolas, who walked about the grass, drenched in black clothing. Nyk was an odd one, he loved black things, and frightened to death of light, and bright things, and white things.
He walked around the trees, and bushes. To some, it would frighten them to walk about in the night, when there was a chill breeze to make branches waver and making noises that would make people think there was someone there, but Nykolas found it the most comforting thing in the world, it was better then the large frightening thing of day known as the sun.
Nyk went around the wide lawn, you could say exploring, that's what he always does in the night mostly, or what other people would do in the day. He saw better at night to him, since all his life, he was afraid of day, and always lived in the shadows, the darkness gave him comfort from the dreadful days of sunlight.
He walked around the trees, and bushes. To some, it would frighten them to walk about in the night, when there was a chill breeze to make branches waver and making noises that would make people think there was someone there, but Nykolas found it the most comforting thing in the world, it was better then the large frightening thing of day known as the sun.
Nyk went around the wide lawn, you could say exploring, that's what he always does in the night mostly, or what other people would do in the day. He saw better at night to him, since all his life, he was afraid of day, and always lived in the shadows, the darkness gave him comfort from the dreadful days of sunlight.