In the cold heart, a spark of fire was felt.
A spark hissed in the ashes of forgotten unknown.
She yearned to show the monsters that she could rise too, for she had already ignited herself but instead she hid in the darkest forest.
Afraid of the monsters who could extinguish the insignificant spark even before it could morph itself into a massive and rogue fire that would unleash the light to kill her darkness and monsters.
Till then she retreated to the darkness to protect her rising spark.

Sometimes darkness was required to conceal the rising dawn from the creatures worse than darkness.