On a not particular day in the summer of the fifth year since the birth of my sister, something happened that seemed undeniably bad. I was playing with my frolicking sister on the sidewalk right outside of our house, taking short breaks of pink lemonade at times. As we were skipping around, or at least I was while my sister studied the cracks on the sidewalk, a grey cloud suddenly blew across the sky, covering even the forever glowing sun. I looked up into the sky as the the cloud engulfed us in darkness. It wasn't what would happen on a stormy day, because the sun would still break through the thick dark clouds and shine through, but this time, the sun seemed defeated and the last glint of light disappeared. Complete darkness. It was terrifying. Close by, my sister was bawling. I rushed toward her, feeling my way through. It was dead cold. It was so cold that it caught me at such a surprising moment that I couldn't move. Chains appeared out of nowhere, grabbing me harshly and pulling me down. No! I couldn't let this stop me from my motive. It was my duty to protect her! Yanking away, I broke free of the sharp chains and ran forward. Again, the coldness caught me and froze me again. But I continued pushing on toward my crying sister. After all, what would I be without her? I saw a beam of light and a small figure on the ground, with her face hidden in her tiny palms. There! Rushing forward, taking sturdy yet slow steps, an unbearable pain grasped me from the inside. I felt hollow and out of nowhere, a crowd of bunched moths seem to fly inside my body, frantically trying to escape. I sputtered, aching with all the furious and mighty hurt seeping inside my entire body, seemingly taking over the controls. Still, I had to get to her. I knew where to head now. I can't give up when I'm so close. In fact, I should never give up. Shaking, I gasped heavily as I continued on my way. Still, the frozen chains gagged me but I crushed them and went onward. The only light figure in this dark alleyway was getting closer. Finally, after being cut many times by those despicable chains and broken down by the fatigue of carrying ten thousand tiny moths in my stomach, I reached my destination. My sister. Sitting there, all crouched yet beautiful in every way, she didn't look up as I gently slid my arms around her, telling her softly that it was OK. A scream down the darkness echoed, bouncing from wall to wall until it reached my ear. My sister looked up, and her original glorious blue eyes were no more. They were replaced with pits of darkness, so narrow, just like slits of hell. I found myself backing away, for this wasn't my sister. It was a ghastly beast, with nothing but hatred filled inside of it. No, it couldn't be. I always knew my sister was special, but this wasn't right. This couldn't be her true form? What was happening? For the first time, I didn't know what to do to help my sister. The realization covered me and I ran. Ran far, far away through the dark alleyway I came from, far away from the demon. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I didn't have time to wipe them. Something from the distance came up. The grinding of stone against stone rushed into me and pushed me back to my original destination, right towards the beast that awaited me.