Wild empath chronicles- the dark

I am not a dark hearted person, and the whole concept of people saying they are “dark” was not in my understanding. Why would anyone embrace such a notion? It was beyond my thinking.



She was chatting with a friend, someone that said often he was dark. She never knew what that meant…to be dark. Was it to think dark thoughts, do dark deeds, was it a lifestyle, a way of looking at the world?

As the chat started it was light, gentle banter. He received a call from a family member who’s opinion mattered to him, and the call was a reminder of his short comings. The mood changed quickly, so drastic she felt it. He had decided to drown his sorrows, in the more common of ways, in the form of drink. At first the banter remained light hearted, then an increasing feeling of loss was felt. It made no sense, but she paid attention to the changing moods. He was listening to songs that reminded him of a bleak dark time in his life. The mood changed even more. He wanted to feel pain, to cause pain, over come another. As she watch and felt, he drew up all the past transgressions that had been done to him, all the perceived wrong doings he had dealt out during his life. And as the feelings grew, the hate, anger and sorrow turned to rage. A gust of energy flew towards her and she started to protect herself just before he warned her. He was consumed by the rage, he honored it, welcomed it, and bathed his being in it. His humanity was lost. Hope was lost. It was at this point she knew what the darkness was.

As he realized that he could no longer control the feelings he withdrew the best he could. She could still feel consuming darkness, it felt like raw power. But more than that, the rage was in control, for a short time there was nothing of this man but the power of the darkness, loss of hope, loss of humanity.

He regained control at no short cost to him as there was no way to direct the anger safely. It hurt his mortal body to take in that kind of energy, his blood pressure spiked, but still he kept it inside.

Eventually he did gain his senses back, his humanity restored. His pain was full on, and he accepted it as a token of what he was.

Through the link of their friendship he showed her what would more than likely never be experienced by her in her lifetime if fate was kind to her. A gift of knowing? A warning? Or just a part of a man’s life that few can understand, many shy away from, and no one wants to see.