(Excerpt from a little story I'm writing.) My eyes glowed bright pink and blue as patient fear creeped up my body. My eyes were locked on the figure, which I couldn't see, nor hear.. yet I knew it was there. "I.. I can't see." I called, pawing blindly in front of me. I searched the cold dark ground for something to help me to my feet, but all there was was a cold wet substance.. like ice. My eyes' flame raged onward, and I tried to open them. I could open them, but to my surprise, I was just as blind. "It.. It hurts.. Please. Someone help me." I felt a tear evaporate from my cheek. A shadow of black on black loomed over my body, and I didn't know what would happen next. My eyes burned with the rage of my past and desire of my future as I spoke, "Will you.. Will you help me see?" I shook fearfully, trembling in the cold breeze that slid like ice across my cheek. It took a minute for him to respond, but he eventually did. He knelled to the ground, placing a bony hand on top of mine. "Yes.. I'll help."