The Shadow Weaver

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Fantasy Realm


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July 14, 2018

Chapter 8 (v.1) - Enzo Savege

Submitted: July 14, 2018

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I woke up in the morning, and sat up in my bed. My head was still throbing from the fight that I had with the thugs two days ago. I laid down on my bed again and stared at the ceiling. After a while, I could hear Lynne's door creak open, and I could hear her light footsteps down the hall. I got up and followed suit, exiting my room and entering the main living room. On the left side was our "kitchen" area, which was just a couple cabinets that held our food, plates, and cutlery. In the middle of the room sat the dinner table, which was just a small wooden table with four chairs around. and then the rest of the room was just with extra stuff that was left at the house.

I sat down at the table across from Lynne, and we just sat in silence. “Mornin’” was the first word that was said. I nodded my response and got up and went outside. I looked up at the sakura tree that grew outside our house. Then, a small black puff grew out of nowhere, and stayed there. I continued to watch it, and as I did, it transformed into a sword, a bow, then a wand. It also transformed into a spear, and lastly a scythe. I looked through the window, where Lynne was, and she had her head resting on her arms. She had her eyes closed, and she looked like she was she was sleeping. I walked to the fire pit, which we had going last night, and grabbed a piece of charcoal. Then I walked inside and drew what I had seen on the concrete floor. I stood up ten minutes later and looked at the drawing. Pretty accurate, I thought to myself. I walked over to where Lynne was sleeping and gently shook her awake.

She snapped her head up, hitting my nose in the process. I yelped and rubbed my nose. “Huh?” she said as she sat up, like nothing had happened. I shook my head and sat down at the chair across from her. “So, I want to ask you something.” I said, folding my hands on the table in front of me. “What is it?” she asked, her voice piquing with interest.

“Well, when I was outside, I saw this…. Thing. It was like a puffball of black smoke and after a couple minutes it transformed into swords and bows and crap.”

She leaned over from her chair and looked on the floor, examining the drawings from where she sat. “That it?” she said to me, still looking at the picture. I nodded and waited until she was done. She sat back up in her seat and looked up at the ceiling. “Any idea what it is?” I asked. She got up and walked towards her room, stopping at the door. “Pack up your stuff. Only bring what you need. We’ve gotta hit the market and head out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, walking over to her. “We’re heading to Tetria. That… thing that you saw is called the Shadow Source. It only gives a vision to the worthy user. Each element has a source, actually. Each person has an elemental power inside them, the question is if they can use it or not. And Tetria is the only place it’s been reported, so it’s our best bet.”

I grabbed as much stuff as I needed, which really wasn’t much. I grabbed my cloak and threw it on, and slid my knife into its sheath, hooking it onto my belt. Then I grabbed my backpack and stuffed my pillow inside. I had nothing else so it would make sense to fill it up with something. I headed into the living room and raided the kitchen, grabbing some Kitsune and Gorgon fruit. I moved one of the couches over the drawing I had made on the floor, hoping the “True Order” didn’t find out where we were going. I sat on the couch and waited for Lynne, looking around the room to see if there was anything I needed to change before we left.

Once Lynne came into the living room, she walked over to the food cabinets. “I’ve already raided them. You got your wallet?” I asked. She nodded and I got up and opened the door. There sat a black spirit. I stopped in the doorway and looked at it. It had cat looking ears and it’s body looked like a black paper bag, as dark as a shadow. A Shadow. “Torne?” I whispered out loud. The spirit made a gesture that looked like shaking his head. Then it shifted into the letter M, then Y, and then S and T. “Myst?”

It nodded it’s head and slowly faded away. I looked behind myself to see if Lynne saw Myst as well, but she was moving in slow mo, like when she had saved me at the burning. Myst… When had I heard that name before? Myst… I felt a little nudging feeling inside my brain, and that’s when I remembered about the Shadows. He’s the lost Shadow, I realized.



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