I wrote this several years ago as a ’50 words and 1′ challenge (50 words and one line). I found it while digging through my computer.
The road ahead seemed empty at first. Then he saw the boy. He was small, blond, alone. Dark had always been alone. The boy was calling to him. Come with me, he could hear in his mind. Gone was the night-clad town. He now had no choice but to go.
And so the son of Life and Death took Dark from his lonely desolate world: Hope had chosen him to play for an eternity.