The Voice of Defeat

With the night, came the mystery of what lies in wait, deep within the well. For a while only the night songs could be heard. Soothing echos of dreams still very much alive. Hope smiled and looked to the sky, for a glimpse of Aura Luna. As quickly as Luna returned her smile, she turned away as if to say - "He is near, be careful".

Hope could sense what Aura Luna had known. Defeat was very close. And with just a whisper, so subtle as a hummingbird's wings, He spoke, 'Can you feel her sadness?' The voice of an angel Defeat did have; an angel of dread. With each syllable spoken, great pain was inflicted, upon those who's ears they fell upon.

'It will take hold of her, the sadness, and lock itself tight within her soul. Do you really believe that she has strength to overcome this well? Let alone others in the future?'

Defeat did not wait for Hope's reply, before he began to laugh, as only evil can. Hope felt her companion stir, and pulled her in closer. Even so, Defeat managed to wake the child's conscience with his hideous taunts. Thus, drawing out a cascade of trembling tears from the child's eyes.