Erebus

Amidst a shadow, an object crosses the thin line of boundary between reality and fiction. The literary figure evolves out of the dark and it doesn't know what it is to be called. "EREBUS" , He chuckles! Thats what he calls himself. A mystery: the world is to him, a myth to the world: he is! They just don't go together! He tries finding his way back from the literature he germinated. Little does he know, the thought(n) thought(v) couldn't be modified. He better learn to live with light. He better turn optimistic. The world just seemed too much a heaven for him. He just loved darkness. Would he adapt? Would he rather live on with the norms people set in? He would rather be normal, much normal than you had expected (even more?).

He was clad in black armor when he "evolved", if that is the word that describes how he was born. He hated his outfit so immediately got a nice tee. Erebus looked a gentleman now.

[ The author thinks he will continue the story later , as he is just feeling sleepy now of having finished his *not-so-easy assignment that is due tomorrow , after having worked almost a week! (4 days to be precise) ]

In the song Serenade to Music (written by shakespeare, song composed by Ralph Vaughan Williams) refers to Erebus, saying:

"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted."