The Ending Of The Dark

Steadily, they tiptoed down the creaky stairs. Rough as a rock, the banister was all they could touch; was all they could use; was all they could see. At last they made it, "Wow" exclaimed Lazlo. There were so many things: boxes piled up, an old CD player and an old, tattered chest of draws. Pale as a ghost, Lazlo's smooth skin was rubbing against the dusty, old treasures. Blue eyes-like the ocean-showed curiosity and excitement. "Here it is" sighed the dark.

Although it was old, although it wasn't bright- it was the best thing Lazlo had ever seen. While his brain told him to move, Lazlo just stared. It was tattered, dirty and disgusting: The Chest of Draws. As Lazlo glided closer to them he could hear a little tinker, like a fairy stuck in the draw (that made Lazlo curiosity grew). Finally he got a vivid picture of it. On the corner of the dark eyes he could see Lazlo trying strongly and failing miserably. Should the dark give some help? Of course, and with that the dark gave a little magic; the chest of draws opened.

It was exquisite, bizarre- a unique town of little people. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" they all screamed. Lazlo heart was racing rapidly. At last he had the guts to speak. "Don't be a...a...alarmed" Lazlo stammered. Stepping away, the dark took over. 30 minutes passed and Lazlo was bonding with them. It was all going well until...Suddenly the bright, yellow, huge sun came over. Petrified as a dragon, the dark slowly started to vanish away. " Ha ha ha" yelled the sun. Over the booming voice the dark weakly whispered "take care of them for me" with that they were his last words.