He stretched his black wings out.

Like his name, he was the night.

His eyes sparkled like the stars,

and his smile warmed many hearts,

like the moon's beauty did.

He was like no other—

black wings were an unusual thing,

but that never stopped him from traveling the skies.

He could change the color of his wings if he wanted,

but he rarely did.

He was proud of his difference.

Confident.

Yet,

he wasn't always this way.

There was a time he hid his wings in shame,

never letting anyone see them.

Because a curse ran through his veins,

and etched devastation across his face,

he always wore a mask.

He hated himself for being cursed,

he hated his wings,

he hated the night and his name.

People were cruel.

They called him a monster if his mask ever fell off,

or his wings ever came out.

So, he hid in darkness.

Like his name, he was the night.

The only way he could live a normal life again,

was if he found the one who could lift his curse completely.

One who had enough power,

to summon all elements into a crystal ball,

and channel it into his veins, risking her life as well.

But who would be willing to do such a thing?

What stranger would ever risk their life for him—a monster?

Today he still remembers when he first met her.

How ashamed he was and afraid she had been.

But she knew there was someone behind that mask.

It wasn't just a cursed man with black wings.

It was man with a life, with a smile, and the black wings, well,

they were just plus alpha for her.

She did it for that reason only.

No matter what the time of day,

he stretches his black wings out.

Like his name, he is the night.

But his smile is golden sun rays,

warming many hearts.

His eyes sparkle like the stars,

and he is out of the darkness now,

not ashamed, not afraid.

He is who he wants to be.