There were light. He could feel it during the first moments of his awakening, but the world felt his presence and quickly all the things that shine, from the fireflies at the woods near the cemetery to the two suns in the sky, hid themselves. But that too, as all things before his eyes, ended in matter of moments.
He slowly raised his chest. Now, sitting on the mortuary bed he had been sleeping on for so long, he began to breathe a little. Breathe was one of the things he learned with the friends he made between the mortals.
The very air entering his body had given a completely new meaning to his awakening. He started thinking on all his actions along the centuries after they found him for the first time and decided: He would do things in a different way this time. He would not rule with tyranny, instead he would rule with justice and heart. But never again he would run from his responsibilities, whatever they were; the atrocities of war or the passing of judgement. And never again would he be deceived.
This time he would finally wear the Crown of the Night and would be truly a Lord of Dawn and Dusk.
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