The Shadow Weaver

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Chapter 9 (v.1) - Lynne Arkwright

Submitted: July 21, 2018

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Submitted: July 21, 2018



I looked over at Enzo multiple times during our trip. He often had his brows furrowed, like he was trying to think of something. “Is anything wrong?” I asked. He glanced over at me, and shook his head, but it seemed very forced. We walked in silence to the town square, only directing each other through pointing fingers in directions we had to go. “There’s something wrong! What’s going on!?” I yelled, when we reached an empty road. “I saw a…” he mumbled. I cocked my head, wondering what he had said. “A what?” I said.

“A lone shadow,” he said, looking up at me.

“What? Sprites are tied down to their owners so they can’t leave!”

“That’s what I thought too, but the shadows told me a couple days ago that one of their brothers had left them, and his name was Myst.” Enzo turned his head to the sky. “Then, this morning, I saw a little puffball, and it shifted into the shapes M, Y, S, and T.”

“Are you sure you’re not dreaming. I would have noticed if you were talking to shadow, which I didn’t.”

“Well, that’s the weird thing. When Myst disappeared, I turned around to see if you had seen him as well. But when I turned, you were moving in slow mo, like one of those “Slow Time,” magic spells had been cast. I waited and then a couple seconds later, time kept on going. I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t know if you would believe--”

Baka,” I said, turning up my own head. “What made you think I wouldn’t believe you? Is it because you can’t believe yourself? Or is it because you didn’t trust me enough.” I asked. He looked at me and said, “I do trust you, but I…”

Ha, he looks so funny when he’s flustered. Enzo scratched the back of his neck, a gesture I have seen him do many times whenever he gets embarrassed. “Well… you haven’t really earned my trust.” he mumbled. I walked over to him and gave a little, light slap in the face. I stomped my foot on his foot and yelled in his ear, “I saved your miserable no-good life! What do you mean you don’t trust me!”

He quickly shot up his hand and covered his ears after my yelling, which didn’t seem to help him very much. “What the hell! I never asked to be saved! Who said that I wanted to continue living this miserable, no-good life!” he yelled. I was too stunned to say anything. “I never asked for all… this.” he mumbled, turning away from me. “But, then my sister came talked to me the night that you were kidnapped. I saw her in a dream.

“So I thank you. I thank you for saving me, I thank you for helping me and I hope you forgive me for not trusting you. And to be honest, I still think I don’t trust myself.” he said, his face turning a light shade of red. I walked right past him, continuing towards the city. After a couple of seconds, I looked back, seeing that he wasn’t following me. He was still looking out at the sunrise that was coming. I walked back down the road and joined him. “I wish we could set up camp here.” he smiled at me. “The sunrise here is so amazing.”

I gave a quick nod and looked over towards the city. “Unfortunately, we don’t have anything, and time doesn’t like us very much.” I said, matching his hushed tone. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. “Yup!” he said, with a nod of his head. He turned towards the city and started walking, and as he passed by me I could feel a new aura around him. I caught up to him and we walked side by side, the sun setting behind us. An hour later we entered the village known as Ielkla.

As we were walking into the town square we heard some people yelling and screaming. Some people were chanting, but we couldn’t make out what they were saying, unless we got closer. I nodded as he looked at me, and we decided to go in. “This village is known for being riddled with crime, so I bet it’s a fight.” I told Enzo.

“Yeah, so what’s the plan? Join the fight and steal their wallets or be a saint and split them up?”

I gave a short laugh. “Just do whatever the hell you want to do. But do take their wallets. We could use some extra cash.”

We walked together a bit more and then he ghosted into one of the alleyways. I continued on walking on the main road. As I approached I saw the crowd. It is a fight. I thought. Not too uncommon. I looked around and saw Enzo, already on the other side of the crowd. He looked around and we locked eyes. He gave a short nod and squeezed through the crowd. He pulled out his dagger and stabbed one of the fighters in the back. He flipped the man onto his back and reached in, retrieving a little pouch. He put it into what was probably the pocket in his cloak. He then continued the slaughter, and stole the people’s wallets after killing them. He ghosted away, silently escaping into an alley behind the thick crowd. Of the people that lived in the village yelled, “Where’d he go! The man with the black cloak! Find him!”

Everybody looked around, including me. Where’d he go? I wondered. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I whipped my head around, seeing who it was.

“Enzo!” I whispered. “What are you doing! Didn’t you hear them? They’re going to kill you!”

“Not if they don’t recognize me.” he smiled. He was right. He wasn’t wearing his cloak anymore, and he now looked like a brand new person. “Follow me,” I said, and walked towards a house that had a sign displaying, “Mousmierre’s Hotel.

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