I've always loved the dark. While people are always afraid that there may be something lurking in the darkness, just waiting to scare them, I've always been confident that I can hide from that something. And when the right time comes... I attack.
In the day, I travel. I am a nomad, and have no place to call a home. At night... When the flaming ball we call the sun disapears and the glowing silver disc that is the moon rises, my power is strenghtened, and I become something inhuman.
Some people may call me a witch, maybe a monster, or maybe even a demon. I call myself a survivor. Face it. Life is cruel, and I survive in any way I can. Even if I have to kill. And I do enjoy killing.
This is a story on the power of shadows, and how light will not always truimph, no matter what you may think.