Part Two.
A/N: If you do not wish to witness the extreme terrorizing events that are to come in this part, I'd recommend skipping to the middle, but if you do wish to take a step further into the reading, please be my guest... er friend.... or guest.... and watch/read as the experience takes place in a most dreadful place.

*It's surely worse than an orphanage, at least they don't do magical experiments on their children.... or do they?*

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"When you misbehave you know what happens." Mr. Whitewater snidded and barred his teeth as he was pushing his so called "son," down a dark and gloomy hallway fabricated with wood. "I'm sorry Mr. Whitewater, P-Please don't make me go to the dark room!" The boy cried out as he tried his best to tear himself away from the old man's grasp. His white hair was glowing against the faint light from the back room behind them, his eyes were burning a dark ember red as he stared into the kid's eyes. An opposing emotion was washing over the boy, and Maroon felt like giving into that said emotion.

Maroon couldn't quite tackle what emotion it was that he was feeling, he felt abandoned, and all the same was when he felt loneliness and sorrow. He guided his way towards a moldy and wet bed. It conjured a lot of the moist from the damp coolness. He clambered up onto it, and sat his back against the stone wall, the Whitewaters specifically made the inside of the dark room with stone, and conceal it with wood on the exterior.

There were no windows.

There was only one door.

And the room was dark, damp, and depressing.

It hammered Maroons mentality, causing him to think, but not because of despair, but for another way to escape. He managed to get out once, by pretending to do his chores, but this city is so huge that it's merely improbable to escape. Almost impossible, but maybe once Maroon discovers those missing pieces to his puzzle of escaping; perhaps he could be free, but he needs to be extra careful and attentive when trying to explore the house when he can.

If he'll ever leave the room that is.

He couldn't just up and leave the room, it was locked from the outside, and the door was magically enchanted to prevent kids from escaping this one. Also, Maroon and his two adoptive siblings don't know any magical incantations to cast. Because the Whitewaters would never teach them magic.

Maroon always assumed that it was because they'll turn their magic against the Whitewaters. And it seemed plaisit, but if they didn't lock them up in a dark room, beat them horribly, and maybe work them to near death, things would probably be different. Maybe his sister and brother wouldn't be dead. Maybe they'd actually be a real family, but magic drove the Whitewaters insane, and eventually they had spent their last pennies on Maroon.

Maroon would've preferred to stay at an orphanage.

But instead of planning revenge against the orphanage that sold him out, and offered him the life of torture, he's been sitting here in the Dark Room wallowing in his own pain and sorrow.

Not even his parents wanted him.

The young boy could feel something wet trickle down his cheeks. He wiped the tears away. They felt warm and as they silently dripped, he could taste the salt.

He couldn't see anything, and even though he does eventually go outside and do his responsibilities, the Whitewaters would use his body, his blood infuse it with their own, produce some form of immortality.

It's been their mission for years, a quest of magic. Maroon wished that magic didn't exist if it meant that he wouldn't have to endure any more pain and sorrow.

Part of him wanted to escape for so long, and he had nearly forgotten about magic, until Mr. Whitewater had found him that quick.

Maybe if there was a way that he could dispell the magic that the Whitewaters were using.

There was a faint blue ominous light that was clearly growing in size and the cold room made of stone felt warmer and more open as the light grew and eventually peeked under Maroons head.

"Maroon. Please don't cry." A voice called out, it was sweet and innocent. Maroon held his breath as he tried to stop his crying. The voice was so familiar.

"Emerald?" He inquired softly, as he looked up and noticed his sister covered by a bright blue ominous glow, and her body was transformed into a spirits body. She had no feet, she ha d a floating tail, and her clothes were nicer and more clean.

Maroon was flabbergasted, he had never seen a ghost before and his complexion was pale and distraught.

Overall, it was overwhelming and instead of feeling elated, Maroon could feel his weight lifting and he couldn't feel any weight, his eyes fluttered and he collapsed onto the bed.

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Hopefully descriptions were good enough to follow through, let me know please if it was still too much or not. Still not sure where I'm going with this story, but this is just the beginning of Maroons story.

Find out more as you tune in! TheWattys here is chapter 2 of The Light Within.

Thanks for reading the book, and I'll update more as time goes on. Currently we're remodeling our bathroom so we're busy. XD