… and as the life drained from the boy, it grew within that black creature, sending him upward to meet the intruder as he sank. There was something about him that was special, and the moonbeams trailed him with fervor, as if pulling him back upward and away from the inky darkness and the things that lived within. With equal fervor came the monster below, delighting in scaring them off and claiming his prize with a slightly subdued sort of glee. The moon may have chosen him, but the darkness would claim him; this beautiful boy of tragedy and ice…