Ένα ασημένιο σκοτάδι παίρνει βαθιά στο εσωτερικό της, το άγνωστο, ποτέ δεν ξεχνάμε τι χάθηκε ποτέ, το ξέρει αυτό της ...

A silver darkness takes her deep within the unknown, never forgetting what was lost, never knowing it was her...

She was beautiful. She was as daring as the full moon and as soft as the sun. She was worth more than life itself. She was his everything, even if he had chosen not to believe it. Kyra would forever be his, even if she was floating up there among the stars. Riddick looked up at the dark sky and had never hated it so much. Those little balls of light were mocking him, he could tell. Shining, darting, and twinkling in hideous delight at his suffering, and there was nothing he could do about it. He clenched his fists in pure anger. His silver eyes searched the heavens for an answer he knew he'd never find.

Riddick could no longer hold in the pain that seemed to have been building up for so long. All his pent-up emotions exploded and he let a cry so full of rage that all the little creatures sputtering in the grass fell completely still. He waited for his body to stop shaking before he took a step forward.

Thunder clapped loudly from somewhere high above, but it didn't matter. No amount of rain could wash away his sins. Maybe this was the price he had to pay for saving the universe from its' own destruction. There had to be some holy entity up there who wanted to spite him down.

Another crash of thunder echoed as Riddick walked from the field.

"What the hell am I gonna do now, huh? I ain't gonna be sittin' on my ass that's for sure. But there's gotta be something out there, and I'm not gonna stop till I find it. You can bet on that… Kyra"

He placed his goggles on his eyes as if to add sentiment to his statement. As he continued on, he felt the long blades of grass brush his cargo-pants. It was an odd but familiar feeling. He couldn't quite figure out why but then, he stopped, a flicker of light caught his eye. There, on a tall strand of grass, was a lightning bug. It flickered gently and slightly off tempo, just floating in the breeze.

Riddick came closer but the bug didn't move, or maybe it just didn't care it notice. It seemed to be waiting for something far more important.

For a while, he just stared at the bug. Neither one moved until finally, the firefly decided there was no point in waiting any longer, and flew away.

Riddick watched it go. He realized the sick irony and mentally cursed himself. After all, Kyra meant 'Sun'. She was 'light', and that 'light', much like that faraway glow, was waiting.

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