Nykolas wander on the mountain, walking on the side of the cliff, on a small ridge. It was midnight, 12:01. The sky was dark, and the moon wasn't even shining, clouds covered the sky. Nyk was a dark figure stalking through the shadows. His hair blew when a brisk wind came by. Walking on the ridge was dangerous, and felt a little unsteady, but he didn't mind that he is risking his life walking along here, he could see better at night then day, mainly because the sun hurt his eyes.
Soon, he came to a larger ridge, that was much more sturdy. Here, Nykolas sat down, cross legged, and stared at the dark blanket of a starless sky. He picked up a small rock, threw it in the air, and it suddenly exploded, into tiny pieces and falling down the cliff side.
He felt calm out here, mainly because of the dark, he loved the dark, he loved nothing more then that. Though, the only reason he does, is his phobia of the sunlight. He continued to stare at the sky, letting the calmness flow through him.
Soon, he came to a larger ridge, that was much more sturdy. Here, Nykolas sat down, cross legged, and stared at the dark blanket of a starless sky. He picked up a small rock, threw it in the air, and it suddenly exploded, into tiny pieces and falling down the cliff side.
He felt calm out here, mainly because of the dark, he loved the dark, he loved nothing more then that. Though, the only reason he does, is his phobia of the sunlight. He continued to stare at the sky, letting the calmness flow through him.