Ones inner conflict

[Rhujen Arthis]

Rhujen Arthis walked in a refined way, strong shoulders and eyes thoughtful beyond his simple years. Whoever sets eyes sees the figure all in black, with a very worked structure. Rhujens eyes, to those whom do not know is a similar to those of a warrior, noble and honourable, rich with divination of a higher objective. No one is aware. Aware of what those eyes think; mostly a confusion yet hatred is dominated by his emotional unbalance.

In the horizon the sun rises, red and yellow hues hypnotize the mind of the akalak and in this short time his light partner prevails.
"What a beautiful sight this is, oh rhujen just look at such magestic beauty"
A rare occurance yet a very welcome one to Rhujen. It wasnt long until the dark brother reappeared.
"This sun possess no magestic fool. Kill. Vengance. Massacre. The true beauty. THE TRUE DIVINE WAY OF LIVING."
Within the moment, he saw the red and yellow hues in two ways; one was the beginning of life, the other the beginning of death.
The lake was something of beauty, a place which reflects all its surroundings making a mirror to the spectacular beauty of the city, with its wood structered houses, the canals which make intricate drawings in the city, and the connecting bridges combined the city represented a beauty, yet like Rhujen there existed certain darkness here in which he knew. First of was the fact that Rhysol was a revered figure amongst the population of Ravkov, the other fact was simply the look of fear o a minority. The last piece of evidence was the way his dark personality was acting up, and it was wilder than usual, almost like Rhysol was trying to rip his soul to shreds, and this was hard to control, the only way was running. Rhujen ran everyday, to keep in shape. Obessions are hard to control so early morning he ran passing trough the citizens of Ravok, some with suspicious glances looking him over, judging and most likely marginalizing him.
'Do i care?' Rhujen though to himself trying to find such hints. Honestly he could barely care. Most days caring was a privilege he could not afford to spend because it imply a risk to his survival and overall end to his objective he worked to accomplish.
Dark- "kill him. That one fool. Maybe he done it. He done it
Light- "Rhujen control yoursel--
Dark- "be quite you pest!"
Another day of conflict in his mind it seemed, a mind ripping brawl between to forces. Yet it ended with Dark predominate over Light. Rhujen was used to such brawls yet they became duller and duller with each passing day as such he became bored. Light was submissive to the vast Darkness inside and barely could the Light become a impact on Rhujen.
"Help me! Help me!"
Trough the corner of his eyes he saw a child, being beaten by a adult. Rhujen considered himself dark but these type of situations Dark and Light could not influence.

Rhujen used a little flux and got there at a terrifying speed, he was already stronger and faster than most akalak and with the flux he had a advantage, using some strengh he hit the adult in the stomach, grabbed his arm and yanked him behind his back.
The attacker was dazed and in serious pain.
Dark- " the lakan. Slash his neck in two Rhujen, for the child"
Rhujen to the lakan. In that moment he was about to commit a mistake done before, following Darks advice. Corrupted by Dark was something one needed to be careful if a akalak. Calming down he tried to use Light to help
Light- "for now Rhujen, Dark is submitted but not for long. Hurry this up!"
Rhujen looks at the man, puts his lakan away and says.
"Why were you attacking this child?"
The man, baffled looked at him with deep fear, and by now he could see the infinite scaring in Rhujena skin. The man, voice trembling, said.
"He stole from me! That urchin stole from me sir!"
Rhujen looks at the child.
Rhujen- " boy why did you steal?"
The boy suprises Rhujen, looking him straight in the eyes without a hint of fear.
"In the streets you do anything to survive, i was famished so i stole an apple"
'True point' Rhujen thinks to himself
"Okay" states Rhujen "the child was hungry, let him be and apple is not going to make you any poorer. But next time" Rhujen meets his eyes with the boy.
"Either dont steal or be stupid enough to get caugh"
The child nods and runs. The man gets up, looking infuriated and walks away from the scene.

[Rhujen Arthis]

"Rhujen kill. Rhujen kill." Dark explains to Rhujen. An hour of this. Mind shattering to some, to Rhujen it was a daily event which tested his will; if he didnt have the emotional and mental capability long ago he would have fallen into a trap of hatred and sorrow. It was true that the need for revenge had filled his heart. Yet falling for Dark would be a worse feat. It would imply Rhujen becoming a serial killer, looking for mass genocide of all Mizahar which would not occur, and end up with Rhujen dead. Death. Something yet he could not afford to fall into. For a long time he survived, doing things so mundane he is ashamed. Killing with a knife in the back, or in this case a lakan.
Dark- "killing is a victory no matter what!"
Light- "dont judge yourself to hard. You did what needed be"
Rhujen adored Light. The mere fact that Light always made him feel worth his life was enough. The rare occurances where he spoke were enough to motivate him.... yet Dark was predominate. Always there. His voice stronger. With each passing day he gained power and continued so.

Evening reached when Rhujen finished his daily exercise, and during the night he had the habit to wander around, observing and awaiting...... what he awaited he never knew. Some days malicious things struck his destiny. Other days it was either casual or nothing significant happened. Walking and walking he ended up in what they he discovered was the black suns base and The Voices resident. The mother. Rhujen is intellectual but during his life he found politics the same, corruption, trickery to the people. This voice was worshipped like a Goddess and why was that? How? What was special about this woman that she was such a influence? He knew the religious side was the biggest factor of this hypnotism which struck these citizens. For Rhujen, in his opinion, worshipping the Gods was pointless. These divine beings were never there to help him, and in their wake sometimes cause more harm and create divisions between races. Rhujen never got this 'divine' intervention when he was in terrifying situations, and for him his gods was his luck, lakan and ability to survive. If these gods cared, why is there people living in such terrible states? Why is Mizahar building tension and awaiting to exploded? Do they need another Valterrian to see this?

The temple was of such beauty. The infra-structure that created a independent city of such marvel, yet it had his secrets, and those secrets could only speak darkness, more Darkness than that Rhujen possess currently.