Chapter 10 - Shadowy Figures from a Darkened Past

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Blue turned to where the voice was coming from.  A man wearing a dark cloak stood in front of him. 

 "Who are you?" asked Blue, cautiously.

The figure laughed.  "You don't remember me?"

"What?"

He laughed again as he threw off his cloak.  Jenna gasped.  Blue looked horrified.  The man wore a black coat with a purple trim and a large collar.  On his back he wore a scabbard.  He had black, messy hair and wore a cruel smile on his face.  But the most horrifying feature was his left eye.  It was completely white.  Blank and unblinking.  The skin around the eye was burnt off. Jenna could see the muscle that held the eyeball in place.  She felt weak just looking at it.  

"Gods above!" cried Blue.

"Hah!  It's the eye, isn't it?  The name's Sorul" replied Sorul.

Blue drew his sword.  However Sorul merely laughed and snapped his fingers.  Three black tentacles burst from Blues shadow and wrapped around his arm, rendering him useless.

"Oh Blue, always quick to jump into action.  Don't you realize?  You can't kill someone who's already dead,"

Blue grunted in both anger and confusion.

"Can you see the power of darkness?  Can you feel it?  I know I can, and soon you will too"

Sorul glanced at Jenna and Ty.  "Soon, you all will"

He snapped his fingers again.  The tentacles released Blue, and transformed back into his shadow.

The dark mage drew his blade from the scabbard on his back and sliced at the air.  He left three cracks floating in mid-air.  With one final swing of his blade, the air seemed to smash, leaving a black opening in the fabric of reality itself.

"A final word of advice!" called Sorul, "Zandor is returning!"  With that he stepped into opening which sealed up after him.  Jenna rushed over to Blue.

"Who was that?!?"

"I don't know who he is," answered Blue, "But last time I met him, I was sinking my blade into his heart " 


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