The Price of Power

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Adora stirred uncomfortably in her bed, groaning as whimpering as she slept.

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With what had been revealed with Bow's dads as of late, it's been hard to shake a lot of things.

She was laid on her side, facing away from the door.

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However, a dark presence made it's way into the room.

A figure loomed over the blonde, eerily.

And it was Shadow Weaver.

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Her shadow could be seen on her blanket as she approached the sleeping girl.

In the dead of the night, Adora was on her own.

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She shouted, having felt someone there.

Adora stood, grabbing the sword, and pointing it directly at the sorceress.

It was clear that she was ready to defend herself at any opportunity.

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"Adora..." Shadow Weaver weakly said her name before she collapsed to the floor, wads of black shadows and magic covering her.

Adora blinked after a moment, confused.

Suddenly, her door burst open. Enter Y/N in their pajamas, having heard the blonde shout in fear.

"Adora!? What's the matter?" They saw her pointing the sword out, but Adora's arm dropped down.

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Y/N's eyes then met the person on the ground.

"Is that..."

They recognized the figure, their voice a whisper.

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"Shadow Weaver?" Adora looked down at her.

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"I wake up to the sounds, of the silence that allows..."

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"For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground..."

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"I'm searching to behold, the stories that I've told..."

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"When my back is to the world, that was smiling when I turned..."

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"Tell you you're the greatest..."

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"But once you turn they hate... us..."

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*BOOM*

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