Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 18-Return

Two sisters born to the light of the moon.
Parted to the light of the moon.
To be destroyed to the light of the moon.

One pure dark. One pure light. Both in each other's eyes, the sky to the stars. Dark, endless, and cold.

Never to collide. Never to touch. The fire and ice. The hot and cold. Good and bad. Seperated by a wall. Brick, and wolfbane.

Two sisters born to the light of the moon. Though not blood they share, a heart beat is aligned.
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I wrote the poem above to sort of go with the story and picture.
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Newt exhaled audible and stepped forward. So did I. The moment we crossed the doorstep, the door vanished. I gasped.

"How will you get back?!" I practicly shouted. He gave me a sad smile. "I wont." He shrugged.
"N-no! I wont let you spend your days in this...this...Hell disguised by mirrors." He gave my hand a squeeze. "I would rather be stuck here...with you...in human form...than be that monster that Allison thinks I am." He pulled me into a hug, and kissed my forehead. "I will figure it out." He said and reasted his chin on my head. I nodded.

I looked behind us into the mirrors. There was an odd girl hugging an odd boy. A Wolf in an embrace with a Swan. Fear and Grace. Blue upon Black. The perfect mix for a ruler. Peter is like that. The wolf mixed with the swan, fear and grace, blue and black.
Stop thinking about him! I scolded myself mentaly.

Newt pulled away. "We must get on our journey, love." He said. I nodded again. He smiled and took my hand. I squeezed his and we stepped into a hall of mirrors.
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We walked, and laughed, and talked. We had fun in such a horrid and terrifieng setting.

Newt bumped into yet another mirror and I began to laugh harder than before.
"Bloody Hell!" He cursed again.
"Should...I...go...first?" I asked between fits of laughter. He shook his head.
"A gentleman always goes first!" He repeated for the third time.
"Even when the gentleman is failing miserably, and the lady insists?" I finaly concocted the perfect comeback.
"Fine" He grumbled. I chuckled, stepped forward, and smirked. I began to walk, still looking at Newt. I took around three stepps when I slammed into a mirror. Newt laughed now. "How the tables have turned, oh great leader?!" He exclaimed. Even I couldnt hold in a laugh.

I looked up at Newt who was still laughing. I looked behind him into a mirror. There was a girl. Not just me.

I gasped. I turned around slowly, and there she was. She smiled at me. The girl was little. She looked like me, but she looked around 4. She wore a white dress. My better judgement tells me to stay away from little girls in white dresses!

Newt saw her and gasped as well. "S-she l-looks like y-you." He stuttered. "Is she realy?" He asked and reached his hand out. The girl giggled.
"I am Nadia. Or...Faith. It's me. I am you. Dont you remember?" She asked. I shook my head. "How old are you?" I asked myself. "I am 4 years old. You are 17." She looks at Newt. "You are around...19" She smiles. "Yeah! 19!" She says excitedly. Then she frowned. "You arent supposed to be alive." She said. "You belong with the shadows...where my friend Issac is. You look like him, except, he is a shadow. He is a nice shadow. I like him a lot." She blushed as she confessed her feelings for Newt the shadow.

Newt's face went pale. "My name is supposed to be Issac." He said as though in shock. I gripped his hand tight. "We have to go." I told the Nadia. She pouted.
"But...but...I wanna play!" She whinned. "We have to go save Allison." I cooed. "Can you show us the way?" I asked. She nodded and took my hand.

"Only is if means we get to play later. With Issac...or Newt...or whatever you call him." I nodded and she grabbed my other hand.

Little did I know, the game would not be a fun one. Not one that was concocted by a 4 year old...