[/center]----- This sucks, it was completely dark out, he couldn't see a thing. Getting caught on something he finally collapsed with a yelp, having no idea where he is, fear started to settle in and he laid there tears streaming down his snout. It was difficult, life was so unfair, and living with guilt over petty things that happened so very log ago and no value at all was not helping him, he felt completely dead inside.
He swore he heard footsteps closing in on him, whipping his head around he saw as a figure of himself emerged from the darkness in smoke. He had everything Solaris didn't, but... that wasn't him, it could never be him! He was none of those things, much less no matter how hard he worked since he was a little pup he still hasn't reached his dream, he wasn't even close to breaking the mold.
It took him moments to realize he was underattack by this darkened corrupted version of himself, adrenaline wasn't enough to win this war, but it made him feel so alive.. He admitted he couldn't beat his opponent and told him the whole truth, without even being aware he was making peace, a spark of light inside him began to glow, and so did his tail, as his black tail was beginning to glow in gold and extending it's natural length. Stunned by what was happening, he felt a surge of life inside him an inspiration he longed for for so long, he watched in shock as the corruption melted off of his inner self, and he realized his "dupe" was actually a superstar in him, waiting to be born.
With a swift whip of his tail his dupe turned to dust, and the world around him began to illuminate, and he could finally see the road that'd take him home. He was more than ready to leave, make up for the lost time, now that he glowed in the dark


They brushed their tail over the words they had wrote, over the image they had drawn from their mind. The fire inside their eyes had diminished by now, leaving pools of dark starlight, but they still came back to this picture, this drawing.
The lanky willow tree by the golden river.
Aurelius bit their lip, closing their eyes. They remembered when they drew it, when they were younger, before all of this happened. The colors in the book were a bit faded now, but it was still there. Like I am. I'm still here.
When the storm had come rolling in, everything had come crashing down around them. The book survived. They survived.
Then... why...
"You."
Aurelius opened their eyes, startled and scrambled to their paws, slamming the book closed. "Who's there?" They growled, lashing their tail.
"You." The voice repeated.
"Come out!" Aurelius shouted, frustration rippling in their tone. They hissed. A light was forming a few feet away.
"You."
Aurelius took a breath, a familiar smell hitting his nostrils. Sweet cinnamon cookies. Like the ones his mother used to make, the recipe long forgotten. It had been committed to her memory. Aurelius didn't remember it, but the smell of them, oh, the smell of them, brought back memories. Some they had forgotten they had, all of which warmed them from nose to tail tip. They relaxed.
"Me?"
"You."
"Where?" Aurelius whispered, but the light had faded, the scent still lingering.
They sighed, opening the book again. There! The willow tree! And the river! The river that was said to run with the ichor of the gods, the river they played in when they were little. The tree where they shared cookies! It was all coming together at last.
Aurelius blinked, the fire blazing again.










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