"Come, let's talk about peace." The hooded figure felt uncomfortable listening to a disembodied voice. After all, that is why he felt so... cold. "What did you want again?" The teenager asked shyly. He felt embarrassed for zoning out. Thankfully, the voice seemed to have ignored his delayed response. "Peace." The monotone voice repeated. "I would like to end this war between the light and dark." The teen's blood boiled at his voice. Before he knew it... gone. Floating in space. He was out of control, yet again.
Edit: redoing this :)
