The Lightest Dark (The Dark series Book 1)

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Authors: Avery Sweet
my surroundings. A strangled gasp escaped my mouth as my eyes took in all that they could. The view from this height was terrifyingly beautiful.
    There were different shades of greens and other splashes of color from plant life as far as the eyes could see. It was a bit muted by the shadow of night, yet no less beautiful. They'd told me it was all like a desolate wasteland in most places... it had me starting to wonder.
    As I took in as much as my eyes would let me, I noticed dotted here and there were the grays, browns, and reds of buildings that had long since been overrun by nature, the moonlight giving the land of ruins an ethereal glow. "It is a sight to behold. I've never gotten tired of the view up here. It’s always consistently changing and yet it always remains beautiful."
    Startled, I wanted to kick myself for having been distracted, however momentarily it was. I turned to face my captor and was astounded. My eyes widened and a small gasp left my mouth, but I wasn't aware of either as my mind focused on the creature.
    He was gorgeous with clear amethyst eyes, a strong jaw covered in stubble, olive skin, and inky black hair that's length would rival my own. He was awe inspiring to be sure, but that wasn't what had me ready to throw my arms around him in exhilaration and punch him in the face at the same time.
    I know him… or judging by the new set of wings and the black vines, I guess I should say knew. "Dark?" My voice was barely a whisper as his name fell from my lips like a forbidden thought, but I knew he'd hear me all the same. He used to be able to hear the tiniest whisper from a mile off and if earlier was any indication I don’t think that’s changed.
    Judging from the fact that he was still the fastest being I knew and he was able to hear Tristan and I almost five feet below ground, I was incline to believe he'd only gained abilities since I'd seen him last rather than losing them.
    Then again I could be wrong. I hadn't seen him since my mother's passing two years ago. Things change even when you don't want them to… or maybe because we wish they'd stay the same, though I’m sure life wouldn't be the same without change. It would probably end up boring and monotonous.
    Anyway, the elders in the council had assumed he'd been killed in the run as well, though they'd never found any evidence to support that theory. I have to wonder if maybe it was to cover up what really happened to him seeing as how he was very much alive, albeit a bit different…
    Okay a lot different, but I wasn’t about to start pointing that out. I was pretty sure he already knew that.
    Those captivating eyes- familiar yet somehow different- turned to me, his signature smirk playing on his lips, "Took you long enough, Candy. Did you miss me?"
    I made a face, "You? Yes, but that nickname can go back into the hole it crawled out of. No one but you ever called me that." He gave me a curious look, but didn't say anything else.
    The reminder of that name gave me the slap in the face that I needed. He may have been my boyfriend two years ago, but he'd still just kidnapped me and did who knows what to Tristan. That's not even mentioning the fact that my hands are tied.
    I could more than likely change the rope into something that could help me get away, but I decided to keep the ability to myself for now. I needed to keep my guard up, not to mention we were really high up and there was a chance I'd fall from the sky if I attempted something now.
    No, it was best to wait until he took me where ever we were going and he left me to my own devices. Dark hadn't known about my ability back then so chances were good that was why he assumed it was Tristan who'd created the wall earlier.
    They never had gotten along.
    It was at least another hour if not longer, when he finally started to descend into a field of wildflowers that made their home in front of a –surprisingly- well preserved mansion. In all honesty I know that’s what it is, but in

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