Carnel never seemed to like the darkness. He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be heard. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he was pitch black himself. Or maybe, he secretly liked the way the ray of the sun hit his reptilian eyes that glimmered upon his vest. Trust yourself, trust your perceptions, and you will be the guardian of vitality and stability. Hence forth, you will be known as Carnel, after the magical stone of life, the High Priestess announced just as she raised Carnel up to the sky. Just then, a perfectly clear stroke of lightning, from a perfectly clear sky hit the crown of young Carnel, who let out a light hiss.
