Beautiful Shadows

Beautiful Shadows- Chapter Two

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It was a foggy Sunday. I was still shaken up by last night's events. I rolled out of bed and fell on the floor.

"Ugh...." I murmured. I put on my phones playlist, which mostly consisted of Panic! At the Disco and Classical, and put on something more than a tank top and shorts. I slipped in to a black short dress, which was spotted with silver sequins and glitter. I walked down the creaky steps to see my brother, Ivan, sprawled across our small couch.

"Well, don't you look Whore-iffic today," He exclaimed. "Going to see your little Boyfriend? Lucas is his name correct?"

"At least I don't have 3 girlfriends, jerk." I snapped back. "AND LUCAS ISN'T MY BOYFRIEND."

"He will be when he sees you in THAT. Anyways, how do you think you're going to get past mom in that? I know there's no way she'll let you outside in that skirts you call a dress."

"She isn't home anyways. Just tell her that I'm out ok?"

"Whatever..." He mumbled. I grabbed my navy blue chain purse and shoved my keys and phone inside. Lucas' house wasn't far away, so it was a short walk. The birds were chirping and the tree's softly swayed. I should've brought a jacket.

before I knew it, Lucas' house. His house was a medium sized place, surrounded by trees and flowers. I walked up the dirt pathway and rang the doorbell.

"COMING!" I heard a familiar voice say. Footsteps thumped toward the doorway. A tall boy with scraggy red hair looked at me. "Oh. It's you," Muttered Lucas.

"Yeah, I'm not thrilled to see you either." I snapped. "Look, something weird is going on and I need your help."

"Why should I help you? You're pretty much the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Ha-ha, funny. Lucas, would I really come to you if things weren't serious? The feeling of hate is mutual, if you've forgotten that."

"Fine. I guess you can come in." I followed him into his house. I don't think I'd ever been anywhere as fancy as this before. Right at the entrance was a large, winding staircase that seemed to be made of marble. My black boots clicked against the wood floor. Paintings that were probably made by Lucas or his twin sister were all over the house. A black rose, a little girl in a church dress, a forest, all made with great skill. We made it into the living room. The large windows let in light and made the white couches glow. He sat down and gestured for me to sit next to him.

"Lady Macirilis, can you get me and my... friend some tea?" Lucas said in a snotty tone. He had stumbled on the word friend. "So, what brings you here?" I explained everything, the soccer game, the fountain lady, the shadows, and anything else I could remember. "Hm... Well, that voice seems quite mysterious. But wild Shadows rarely ever speak. I assume that's why you came?"

"Well, yes. I don't really know what's happe-" I started.

"stand."

"what?"

"I said stand." I stood, and he went across the room to the fireplace. There was a little black box on the mantel. He grabbed it, and opened it. A whirl of jet black and beautiful violet exploded from it. They slowly seemed to form people. Each stood in front of Lucas, patiently waiting for something.

"Sorora, I need you to assess her shadow." he ordered. "These, are my shadows. Faithful little things, if treated well." I twitched. So these are shadows. I thought they'd be a bit scarier. One of them, about the size of a 9 year old, walked up to me.

"Master, I am afraid I can't assess her shadow. It is very angry and disturbed. Can you help it master?" Exclaimed Sorora. She had an English accent. I wonder where she's from.

"What is she talking about?" I asked.

"Ah, your ignorance is astounding. Anyways, shadows have emotions. They get angry sometimes, just like humans do. When a shadow is angry, its rage builds inside of it until it leaves its owner. Your shadow seems a little ticked off, but its rage can build quickly," he said, starting what seemed like a 5 page essay.

"So why is it mad at me?"

"Well, it doesn't nessasarily have to be mad at you. It can be mad at many things, too much sun, abuse from others, being used as a game for magic users."

"Ok then, well what happens when the leave?"

"When a shadow is free, it can be good or bad. Either way, it is a Shadow Master or a Shadow Demons job to catch, or tame the shadow."

"What's the difference between a master and a demon?"

"Masters tame the shadow. My shadows, as you can see, take orders. The shadow takes the personality of its previous owner. They take a form that suits you, usually. When they are idle, they are humans. When I fight, they are arrows. A Shadow Demon doesn't tame the shadows, it simply controls them. It doesn't take the form its master needs, it stays natural. They can leave if they want, but mostly stay, for they like a sense of security."

"Well, what happens if they aren't caught?"

"You ask too many questions,"

"You make the answers too long."

"Anyways," he snapped, "When they aren't caught, they usually find another owner. If they are still enraged, they possess another owner. That is the reason it helps to have them tamed."

"OK, so I don't have to worry for now?"

"Oh no, that's not it at all. That's just your shadow. Whatever is following is definitely not your shadow."

"Well isn't that great."

"Just don't stay out late. Shadows dwell in the dark, usually. It sounds like whatever's following just wants to pick a fight. If it makes you feel better, Sorora can watch over you."

"OK, But how exactly WILL she follow me? I think a shadowy figure of a little girl would scare most people."

"Take this," he handed me a smaller version of the box his shadows had come out of. I just realized that they were all still there. They were more than just a little creepy. Sorora whirled into a tornado of black and purple and went inside the box.

"Weren't we supposed to have tea?" I asked.

"That maid is too lazy to ever do anything. Anyways, you should leave. If Luna sees you-" he started.

"Yeah, I know your sister hates me," I replied. I walked to the front of the house and closed the huge door behind me. It was only around 3:00 p.m., but I still went straight home. My Electric Guitar could probably keep me busy for the rest of the day. Sorora's box jingled in my bag. I was happy that my own shadow wasn't mad at me, but it seems like whatever is worse. I let the thought escape my mind and walked home with my music in. Hopefully this will all just blow over eventually.