The Border

  The pure black being of light, named Concord,  sighed, suddenly realizing he took a wrong turn. His body seemed to sparkle and crackle with positive energy, lighting up the darkness that took up half of the realm he came in. What am I doing at the end of light and the beginning of darkness?
   He peered out at the other side, the mayhem, and saw it was dark, fires were raging in forests far beyond, yet it had a tempting feeling. Temptation. Which is taint. For the first time he felt heard a small voice in the back of his head, telling him go on, go on.  It seemed to itch him to the tips of his claws, but he shut tight his eyes, which beamed light, trying to get his head clear from this dizzying affect that seemed to overwhelm him, and when he opened his eyes he saw everything. The night-time hunt, the new colors of after the sun setting. The peaceful feeling that settles at the head of night when nothing speaks. He looked at the colorful rolling hills behind him almost with boredom, which filled with longing again when he turned back to the other side. His paw lifted hesitantly over the border, almost crossing.....