“You won't get stronger….’ a black bear with dark black hair and rotting flesh, much bigger than nightmare, grabs  a small golden bear who was 7, by his throat and lifted up snarling,” if you keep up with that attitude.’ he smashes the child into the wall. “Get your ass up Gabriel’ he screams. The small child shakes and cries, but eventually stands, sniffling with pain and fear. The large bears ruby eyes glare deep into gabriel's soul. “You're so god damn weak!’ he hisses, making the blonde lower his head. “ i'm sorry creation…” he mumbles to his trainer. Creation was what you call an ignited one. They were strong ancient creatures that deserved respect. Most were quite friendly, but gabriel’s father, Zepher Fazbear, got him the very best. The strictest, strongest, and smartest leader. He was also very impatient with gabriel. He was often hard on the child for many reasons, but the young god needed to learn his place 

“ i'm sorry sir.’ he repeats. The silence was unbearable. All creation could do was glare and breathe heavily. Sweat was forming on the child, as all his trainer did was give him death glare. “Thirty push ups has been added to your routine.’ he growls. Gabriel nods solemnly and bows. Creation grumbles,” alright ...we should take a break. You have nine moons before you're big tournament.'' Gabriel nods and walks , turning his back on his trainer. He starts walking, almost stumbling, from the heat outside. His mirages made his mouth water slightly, as his body was radiating with heat. The small child groans with relief as he finally reaches his palace. He opens the heavy large door and trudges in . he was greeted by a gust of fresh cool air. His golden curly locks move softly and bounce freely. His gorgeous dark sea green eyes glitter in amazement at how wonderfully comfortable he felt. His body adjusted slowly to every new faux breeze. He smiles and walks, but was then greeted by a child with purple hair, fire red eyes, and a tattoo on his face of an unidentified symbol. It was covered by his long blunt bangs which engulfed half his face. His eyes peek out of his bangs if he blows upward. 

This was dustainius. Prince dusty. The shadow prince. Gabriels shadow. His twin brother. Dusty was what you called a broken child. His parents, the king and queen, rarely paid attention to him.. They favored the older ones more because they were next in line for the throne. Dusty wasn't allowed to be a king but he was assigned to a different dimension. The shadow realm.

Everyone frowned upon dusty and looked down on him. They did this because they were scared. They feared dusty because he was different. He didn't look the perfect part. He was shunned to society and drifted into the sea of shadows. His parents rarely acknowledge his existence, as do most of everyone.  Dusty didn't mind after a while and lived up to being the outcast.. He started to embrace it, actually. “Gabriel you're home!’ he squeals and runs towards his brother, who, out of sheer instinct, automatically struck him. His brother gave a small scream of surprise, falling to the floor, He looked up shaking and held his face. 

“G-gabriel?’ he stutters. The blonde glared at the shadow ,” get away from me.’ and he turns away, and walks  off. Dusty sniffles gently and stands, his feelings sore. Gabriel eventually made it to his room, and opens the door and slams his face into the bed, letting out a frustrated groan. He slams into his pillow repeatedly, out of anger and exhaustion. He slowly started drifting.