light of night

A small tiny flame, but it caries a light that fills the whole room banishing darkness back to the abyss that it came from, but the source from where the light that takes my site currently I do not know, so

I scan the room looking for, where such a bright and harmonically soothing light flows from, and I spot the source of it, the flame from which it is held is in the hand of a small girl of, a small built frame, a fragile look about her one, that does not seem dissimilar to a doll formed porcelain or clay

But the expression she wears tells a story of an entirely different telling, it is the look of someone who is not one to be underestimated one that carries a cool collected confidence in her ability, not one of pride or arrogance but proven skill and ability that has been performed countless times, but my companions to not notice it, and make a foolish folly to ridicule her based on her diminutive stature, a mistake that I whole heartedly believe that it is an under estimation that they will pay dearly for, whether physically or mentally, I do not know but I stand back and observe the enigmatic, stranger that stands before me, to gauge her capability, ability to handle her own, and I find to my amusement that my hypothetical theorization on the little girl that stands before me is all I thought she was a master of deception and fully capable of holding her own, and by the time I finish the thoughts that I just had right now she has turned her sights on me and addresses me, curiously as a friend rather than foe, with a glossy shine in her eyes it confuses me I make the mistake that she has perceived me for someone else, and realize that it was me who has made the folly, I have seen her before but her expression of cool collected resolution in her ability, had deceived from the version that I know, the bubbly happy new recruit, that always was determined that she would make me smile one day, a mission that I told her was a impossible endeavor, but it seems that she has one because the stark contradiction of her now, from the one that I knew in the past carries an absurd distance that it leaves me a more than a little tickled, a feeling that has evaded me for so long an that little giggle turned into a full burst laughter, and through my moments of reprieve I try so dearly to explain to hear why the man she knew as, a man with a emotional spectrum deviation equivalent to the house we stand in, is now rolling around on the floor like someone sanctioned in a asylum for the insane and mentally deficient, and at this I stop and inquire her, if she has lost her respect for her elders in the time we've been apart, to which she quickly denies declaring she didn't have any malice in the word, but I as quickly as she denied my declaration and console her, but her face soon turns stern again as she realizes that I was still part of the original intruders, turns her unsheathed dagger upon me my sweet little light longing look one of that who has lost her mother and father in the market, is now a look of suspicion and vexing kind and she plunges it in and years a whole my light gone out and hers soon follows, but do not worry, do not fret, because this is not where the story ends this is only the end, of the begining we still have to find out how we came here to this sad situation, so sit tight, and wait while i write this rest of the story