The Withered Light

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*"Really, how much you've seen doesn't rely on how long you've been around, but how often you come out of hiding to try to see more."*

The Withered Light is The Chosen One's daughter (no one knows who her mother is, though) who is, in the end, a bit confused about everything that's going on and often gets herself into trouble.

## Appearance

The Withered Light is a sort of blackened magenta in color with very light pink eyes and a mysterious lack of pupils.

## Personality

The Withered Light (or just Wither for short)'s personality is a bit confusing, as she is sometimes seemingly a completely different kind of person one day than she is the next. Really, it's because a lot of the time, she has no idea what she's doing here, and *that* is probably because when she was young, nobody really told her anything. For the most part, though, she is a very nice person, but is unafraid to double cross you. (Nobody really knows why she does that.) She's very inquisitive, but hardly ever has her questions answered, leaving her to find out things for herself, which she will gladly do.

## Powers and Abilities

* LASERS!!! (from her eyes)
* Being so cute that people want to do whatever she wants
* Making those energy ball thingies
* Fire. Just... fire.
* Levitating
* Teleporting
* Sharp claws... (and don't ask where she got the claws)

## Story

### Chapter One: The Beginning Storm

Chosen stood outside as rain poured down. He was about to knock on the door so Dark would let him in, but he hesitated. What was Dark going to think about Chosen's... package? Chosen glanced down at what he had in his arms then back up at the door. He had to take a chance. The cold rain kept coming down harder and harder, the merciless storm's intensity increasing. A wave of panic washed over him, and Chosen knocked on the door as loud as he could, even trying to get the door open, his trembling hand not able to grip the slippery, wet (and locked) doorknob enough to turn it. So he returned to pounding on the door, hoping that Dark would hear.

When Dark heard the knock at the door he almost didn't do anything. He almost just stayed on the couch and ignored whoever was on the doorstep. But when the knocking didn't stop after around ten seconds, he stood up and opened the door to find a panicked and soaking wet Chosen, holding a small package wrapped in a pale blue blanket. Chosen didn't say anything. He just walked inside the house, set his package down on the couch, and went to his room to change into some dry clothes. Dark sat back down on the couch. He glanced over at the package beside him. Quietly, he slightly unwrapped it. His eyes widened at the sight of what was inside.

Chosen came out of his room and sat down on the couch next to Dark.

"Where'd she..." he mumbled to himself. Dark noticed and showed Chosen the package.

"I have... it," Dark said. "But I think I need a bit of an explanation as to why you brought a baby into our house."

### Chapter Two: No One Really Wants to Explain

Chosen shifted uncomfortably.

"Um, well..." he started.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" Dark asked. Chosen flinched at the tone of Dark's voice and the baby whimpered. Dark took a deep breath. "Just... tell me what happened."

Chosen sighed.

"Okay. Really, there isn't much to explain. I was just handed this.."

Dark eyed him suspiciously. "So you don't know where it actually came from?"

Chosen shook his head.

"No."

He looked down at the baby.

"But I get the feeling I was handed this for a reason."

### Chapter Three: ~~Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression~~ Acceptance (aka my vent chapter 1/?)

"We're not doing that."

Dark's response was simple.

"But wh-"

"You know why."

Dark wasn't trying to not give the kid a chance, he just didn't want to go down the same path again. One that leaves you broken, feeling worse pain than you thought you could ever feel. And he didn't want to feel that again. He didn't want to live with that pain again, knowing that it was his fault. But if he didn't take this one in and she didn't make it, he'd be living with the same guilt...

He hesitated for a moment before saying, very simply, "Fine." He had kind of wanted to say more. To say that it was for her, or he would be good for this one, or he wouldn't let either of them down, but "fine" was all he could manage.

"Okay," Chosen said softly. He smiled at Dark and Dark smiled back. It wasn't an "Everything is okay now" smile, it was more of a "We can do this for her" smile. But it was good enough for both of them and the baby soon drifted off to sleep.

### Chapter Four: Growing Up and Learning to Love

(work in progress)

(bro i never did this 😭)

### Chapter Five: Sick (aka my vent chapter 2/?)

(also work in progress)

Everything seemed normal. 3-year-old Wither waa sitting on the floor, Dark was on the couch, and Chosen was in the kitchen making lemonade.

Normal.

It was all going fine until Chosen collapsed in the kitchen. Dark ran in and found Chosen lying on the floor, eyes half-open and cloudy. Dark immediately pulled out his phone and called 911. He had seen this before. It was the... thing that had almost killed Chosen when he was 12.

By the time they had made it to the hospital, Chosen was unconsious, his clouded eyes finally closed. Dark was the most worried he at ever been. Someone tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it off.

"Don't touch me," he snarled. The person looked at him with an unreadable expression (sympathy? sadness? "I tried"? It was too hard to tell.) before walking away.

Dark walked slowly and shakily to the room Chosen was in and sat down in a chair beside the bed.

Dark sat in that same spot for 3 weeks. Then what he had been hoping with everything in him wouldn't happen ended up happening.

## Trivia

* When I was first thinking about her birthday, I looked up so many Friday the 13th (in October) dates.. then I found out that the last one was in 2006 and the one in 2023 was in the future.. (note from future me: not anymore!! but uh that's still too recent)
* At first, she was going to be the first of her four "sisters," (Nightshade, M, Alissa, and Kit, whose pages are all works in progress) but ended up being the second, as her story (and the story of Nightshade, her first sister) would make more sense if she was the second.
* The whole reason I made her character is because I needed someone to fill the role of a spy in a roleplay I was part of. Then I came up with a story for her so her being there wouldn't be random and would actually make sense.

## ✨Art✨

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