Heavy breathing was all but drowned out by the hiss and growl of fearlings. Darkness was on the trail of an immortal boy. One that was leaving little spots of light all along his path. Footsteps marked in it, handprints left on branches and trees as he brushed past.
He could see it. The very edge of where the darkness had spread. He was almost there!
A fearling tried to pounce. Only for Nightlight to slip neatly under, back bend, arms out to the sides, sliding the last few feet almost on his knees. He was up again in an instant. And then… He slid to a stop just as he hit moonlight.
Beaten and bloody, clothes torn and stained. Skin ashen, eyes darkened, his hair more silver then white. Nightlight heaved for breath, turning to glare deep into the dark. The fearlings circling just along the boarder. Prowling. Hands coated in his own glowing blood he opened both palm up what they were done already? Blood dripped off his chin even though he was smirking. Worn out but triumphant.
The boy stood in the light, and reveled in it.