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A Shadowed Soul
Chapter 1
A cool summer wind whipped through a darkened apartment in a London suberb, alighting on the simple furnishings of the elegant living space. The wind continued through the rooms, gently caressing the smooth skin of the apartment’s owner. He sat cross legged and perfectly still on the floor of this empty room, his lithe body relaxed, his eyes closed. The night breeze tussles the youth’s long silky ebony hair, held at the nape of his neck by a simple black elastic. It teases the bare skin of his back and chest, its night-icy fingers receiving no reaction for their work.
The gust dies as the young man remains still, the only movement was the constant rise and fall of his chest, the only sign that he lived. He sat in deep contemplation, in meditation to prepare himself for the difficult task ahead. This centered him. His magic crackled around him, silver and blue lines of power. He loved these missions, the adrenaline rush. He was good, damn good at this. He was The Shadow.
The room brightened as his power flashed more and more violently around him. Knowing this was happening, as it always did, he picked up his dagger from its place beside him on the floor. Eyes still closed, he pricked his finger, allowing a few drops of his blood to fall on the blade. The room blazed as though it were lit with a hundred torches, a whirl with such intensity. The youth held the bloodied dagger between his palms, making sure blood connected each hand to the blade. The energy crackled and attacked the dagger, swirling violently around it again and again before being sucked into the steel right at the point where his blood lay. The room fell into darkness; it was over.
Startling emerald eyes suddenly opened, their light almost glowing in the blackness. He lowered the dagger and slowly stood, sheathing it in its place in his mid calf-high dragon skin boots. The youth, Kai, as he called himself, took a deep breath and proceeded to check the wards he had placed on his special meditation room. Wards were his specialty, he could make or break the best of them. He would simply close his eyes and his mind and magic would soar over the boundaries, finding its point of casting and unwinding it. His mentor, Krystien, had said that he had never seen anyone do such a thing before, that Kai was special. Kai closed his eyes again, thinking of his mentor, the only person that he had ever loved, his family. Of course, Krystien wasn’t Kai’s real family, his family was long dead, 16 years. Krystien was dead now too, in a job that went bad only 11 months ago.
Krystien had taken Kai in went he was only eight years old, living on the streets, having been abandoned to the cold of winter. His guardians were cruel and left his life bereft of any kind of love or caring or friendship. They beat him on a whim, used him as an excuse for everything wrong in their lives. Krystien found him cold, hungry, dirty, and terrified, curled up between two garbage cans in a dark alley. He had fed him, cleaned him and warmed him and from then on, taught him everything that he knew. You see, Krystien was a wilder, that is, he learned magic without any formal training. He used his magic without a wand or any other controlling device, he simply tapped directly into his own raw power. Some wizards were meant for this style, floundering under the normal methods. Kai took to this style, he had no patience for things that controlled or limited him. Krystien was a muggleborn, so he spent Kai’s next 3 years teaching him magic the way he wanted to teach him, regardless of ministry regulations.
Krystien was also an assassin and Kai took to this as well. As a child that had been practically devoid of emotion, Kai trained hard for nine years to become what he was today. He was a master and so was named by those inside of his society as Shadow. Krystien showed him many sides of the world, the good, the bad…but most of all, Krystien had shown him the love of a brother. Knowing that he could never replaced a parent for Kai, Krystien took Kai under his wing as a little brother and showed him the power of loyalty and friendship.
