"Why are you smiling fool?" The shadow man at my right drawls.
"Because I remember now..." I trail off.
"Remember what?" The one on my left hisses.
I speak softly, "Everything." Their only reply was lashing me harshly. I take the pain in silence but I scream and cry out in my head. Finally they leave muttering curses at me. I sigh with relief, their voices are fading away as they climb the stairs. I close my eyes and let memories resurface. I come to the time when the Over Lord tore away my wings from my back, that must have been what made me remember. A form materializes in the shadows at my left. I turn my head, "I've remembered who you remind me of."
The shadow boy steps forward, "Who miss?"
"Lucy." Tears well up in my eyes. "I miss her so much!" I sob.
“Don’t worry miss. I am going to help you escape.” The shadow boy smiles.
I stop crying amazed by his words. “Really how?”
“I can travel by shadow, so I am planning to take you with me from the shadows down here to the shadows up there.” He points up.
“Out of the void? Is that possible?” I ask my eyes wide.
“Yes, quite possible.” His smile falters. “But with another person I don’t know.”
“If they kill me, I want to die knowing I tried to escape then to know that I had never tried.” I say firmly.
He nods and pulls a small sword with a crooked blade from his back pocket. Twirling the blade he kneels by the chains at my feet. “Wait.” I tell him, he stops and looks up at me. “Why? Why are you doing this?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side a bit, looking confused he asks, “Why what?”
“Why are you saving me?” I reply in a whisper.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He taps a finger against the hilt of his sword.
“Because I’m a-a……. monster.” I choke on my words.
“No. You aren’t.” He says firmly. Brightening up he says, “’I see light in you’” I smile as he repeats what I had told him the night before. He looks down and saws at the chains with his sword cutting them off. I sigh with relief as the heavy chains fall away from my ankles. With every movement he makes, the shadow boy’s wings gleam in the faint torch light. He stands up carefully holding the blade of his sword so, that it doesn’t draw blood. Pulling back his arm, he throws the sword. It spins through the air and with a *SHRIPZING* the chains are cut. I stumble to the grit covered floor unable to stand. Chains are still around my wrists but I don’t feel it through the pain of grit being pressed onto the wounds on my legs.
The boy retrieves his sword, then kneels by me and cuts through the thick metal chains on my wrists. They fall away clanging loudly as they hit the floor. He pockets his sword and asks me, “Are you ready?”
I look up into his blue-gray eyes and see concern. “Yes.” I reply flatly.
He opens his black feathered crow wings, circling them around us. He grips my wrists gently but strongly. I take his wrists and he mutters, “I hope this works.”
Just then realization hits me. I’m putting my trust and possibly life in this nine year old boy, who is the son of the shadow men! I am insane! I scream to myself.
The harsh stones of the dungeon melt away as we are whisked into blackness for a short fraction of a second. Soon lighter calming colors and shapes start to form but my vision is blurry as my morphed form melts away and I am again myself.
I look around at my new surroundings we are in the middle of a desert sitting in the shadow of a sand dune with stars twinkling above me. “Sorry miss, I can only travel to shadows I have seen before.”
“And when did you see this one?” I ask turning my head to him.
He looks down shamefully like a little boy caught lying. Speaking softly he says, “The day you were captured. I-I tried to save you, but I wasn’t fast enough and because you were a dragon when they pulled you in, I was scared.”
“Don’t worry little warrior.” I coo.
He looks up with a small smile, “No one has ever called me that before.”
“Well then it’s about time someone did.” I brush his black hair off his forehead. “Xavier.”
“What?” He looks startled.
“Xavier. Your name is Xavier.” I manage to say softly through the pain from my wounds.
“Thank you miss. I will treasure it always.” He looks up at the sun that’s just beginning to rise. “I must go. Good bye miss and may the shadows ever cower from you.”
“Good bye Xavier and may the light watch over you.” I watch as he fades away becoming one with the shadows.
I pull myself to my feet and step out from the shadows and into the rosy light of dawn. Each step sends searing pain coursing through my body but I must get somewhere safe. The sun is hot making my wounds smart. My sword and quiver rest on my hips with my bow across my back. In my quiver is my flute and silver dress. I take my dress out placing it over my shoulders shielding the worst of my wounds from the sun. My ballet flats are almost completely whole but my top and jeans are almost in complete shreds.
I come to a road that reeks of gasoline and burned rubber from the hot sun. Looking up and down the road I can see the faint outline of a town to my right. One stumbling step after another for many painful hours and I collapse a little less of a mile away from the town. I take deep shuddering breaths as blackness washes over me.
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Ninjago's Shadow
Fanfic{Book 2} Not all is as safe as it seems. I feel a darkness rising from the shadows. Love hangs by a thread and a fallen star my be the only key... ((home made cover))
