"Sir, all is as planned. The humans do not suspect a thing." A figure reported. His gloved hands were holding a young boy, who had a deep gash on his leg. "May I suggest we bring this child to the Studiers?" A man opened his white eyes. "Yes. Is that all, Laror?" Laror nodded. "Yes, Master Malum." He replied. "Then get out of my sight." He ordered. Laror saluted, a hand made as a fist and a nod of his head, and vanished. "You will not succeed." Wheezed a voice- and a weak one at that. Malum turned. "Ahh Salizor. What a surprise." He smirked. Salizor stepped into the light, leaning on his silver walking staff. "There is a prophecy." He whispered. Malum rolled his eyes. "Salizor, all your prophecies never come true." He said slowly. Salizor either ignored Malum or couldn't hear. "Life and death is the same, when you are only the Master of Shame." He whispered. "Just say your stupid lie of a prophecy." Malum muttered. Salizor smiled. "A child of the Light World shall save us all, not including you." He recited. "That doesn't rhyme." Malum pointed out. "It doesn't have to rhyme to be true!" Salizor protested. Malum shrugged. "It won't come true. And even if it does, you won't be here to find out." He drew a knife, and threw it at Salizor. The old man did not even try to move. The knife dug deep into his heart, and he fell to the ground, dead.
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The Shadow Realm: Rise of the Master
Science FictionShamira has lead a normal life in New York. She went to school, had a small group of friends, and had to stand up to the occasional bully. Little did she know that there were shadows lurking around, trained to maim and kill. BY CHEETAH
