Dark Light

Chapter One

 

 

 

 

“They’re back! The Dark Lighters are back!”

 

I looked up from the book I was reading at the cry from outside. The children gathered at my feet got up and scrambled for the window, pressing their little faces against the glass. I couldn’t help but close the book and follow them. It wasn’t that their attention was gone from me now, though that would’ve been a nice excuse had anyone asked why I didn’t call them back. Truthfully, I wanted to watch the Dark Lighters come back as well. I always counted them as they walked down the street in their trademark black armor. The Dark Lighters went out in squads of five so I wanted to make sure the same number returned home each time.

 

“What’s this now?” A voice said from behind me. I recognized the soft tone immediately as that of Master Linde. I shooed the children back to the mats where we’d been reading and tried to hide a blush.

 

“The Dark Lighters have come back. The children ran to the glass to see what the shouting was about. I counted an extra person, Master Linde. They’ve brought someone with them.” I didn’t look up as I explained myself. The Master’s grey eyes had a way of seeing everything I never wanted to say out loud.

 

He made a sound close to that of a laugh without actually being one. “Julian, you don’t have to hide your admiration of them. Everyone in this community looks up to the Dark Lighters and their work.” His pale hand reached for me, long fingers tucking back a section of my brown hair. “I know you wish to join them. I can’t say I’m sorry fate didn’t see fit to bestow the power upon you. It’s a gift and a curse, young one. To have the power is to assume responsibility not only for you but for others as well. If you had it you would use it to protect this community instead of teaching our younglings how to read and write. Your work here is just as important as their work out in the wild.”

 

There was no use protesting and I didn’t want to argue with him. It wasn’t just his status as a Master that made me hold my tongue. I respected him. He’d brought me here twelve years ago when my family had been killed. Finally, I raised my eyes to his. It was a long way up. He stood a few inches over six feet tall and I was no where near that. “I remember the day you came and got me from my school, Master Linde. I was five years old and I’d been waiting for my parents to come get me for what felt like hours. As soon as you walked up I knew something terrible had happened.”

 

He smiled and wrapped one impossibly thin arm around my shoulders. To my surprise, he didn’t lead me toward the children. We walked to the window instead. The Dark Lighters had gone, probably back to the barracks. I wondered what had become of the man they’d brought with them. “You started to cry,” Master Linde said in his usual soothing tone. His voice was made for crooning softly to scared children. It never failed to make me feel warm and safe; as it did, I’m sure, the others in the nursery. “When I gathered you in my arms you wrapped your tiny fists around my dreads and demanded to know what had become of your family.”

 

I couldn’t help but smile. We both knew this story but he indulged me whenever I wanted to hear it again. His never ending patience was just one of the things that made him wonderful with the kids. That and I secretly thought they really liked playing in his waist length dreaded hair. I know I had when I was their age.

 

“I’ve always hated having to tell a child their family is gone,” he continued, “but you took it the best out of all of the times I’ve delivered such sad news. Your tears stopped and you looked at me with such determination and sheer stubbornness.”

I didn’t try to hide the blush I felt creeping up my neck. I knew what would come next.

 

“You said to me ‘I’m gonna grow up tough so you don’t gotta get no more kids like this.’ And when I brought you here, to New Hope, you saw the Dark Lighters and asked what they were.”

 

I looked up at him as I remembered that day. “’Dark Lighters are soldiers that protect us from the bad guys’, you said. And I still want to be one, Master Linde. I just didn’t get to grow up tough. Even if I’d had the power I’m not big enough.”

 

“Are all Dark Lighters so big then, Julian? They’re all as tall as me with more muscle then they know what to do with?” His lips twisted in a kind smile. “No, young one, it has nothing to do with your size. Dark Lighters are quick and smart before they are large. Take Stefan for example. He’s built like an ox but is he a Dark Lighter?”

 

I shook my head. Master Stefan was the head hunter. “No, Master, he’s not.”

 

“And he never will be. Do you know why?”


“He doesn’t have the power.”

 

“That’s exactly right. Being large doesn’t guarantee your lot in life; neither does being small though. Your work in the nursery isn’t because you are too delicate for anything else. You were assigned this job because you are suited for it.”

 

I looked behind me to check on the children. The eleven of them were keeping themselves entertained with the many toys and books spread throughout the large room. I had to wonder if this was the only thing I was suited for. I dropped my voice to a whisper as I spoke again, “But what if I want something more?”

 

“That is the age old question, isn’t it? What do I do with my life when I want more than what I have?” Master Linde let out a long, quiet sigh. “I will see what I can do about getting you reassigned. You’re not too old to learn a new trade.”

 

I kept my excitement contained with effort. Maybe he’d be able to talk Master Ville into letting me try out for a Dark Lighter. “Could you, please?”

 

Nodding, he let me go when one of the younger girls started crying. An older boy had apparently taken the toy she’d been playing with. And with that it was back to work; another busy day in the nursery at New Hope.