"Lizzie! Have you seen your brother!?"
It's like this every day. Frank leaves without telling anyone and Mum over-reacts. You'd think she'd have gotten used to it by now. Talk about naivety.
"No Mum, I haven't seen him." I reply, as I walk down the stairs of our two-storey house. Of all things in the house, the staircase disgusts me the most. It's bright red carpeting and shiny yellow railings contrast with my dull black shoes. My grey shirt stands out. It makes me feel........... different.
Don't get me wrong, I know I am. But I dont need to be told that by the staircase.
"So are you going out to look for him?" I ask.
"No, we are going to look for him" she remarks.
This suprises me. Normally she shadow-hops on her own and goes looking for him. I know that I'm aound the age when my shadower training starts, but taking me on a search in The Zone is a little reckless. Even for her.
But, I can see it in her eyes. Something is wrong. I guess she needs emotional support. As i pack all my gear into my pitch black shadow bag, I try somthing. My mum once told me that shadowers can somtimes store objects in the Zone.
I focused really hard. Visualized my house in the Zone. Opened a pocket and just opened my hand. The bag fell and disappeared.
Nice. Now I never have to carry anything again. This should make flights easier.
"Lizzie, where's your bag?"
I smiled. "I don't need it" I said.
This was going to be fun
YOU ARE READING
Walking With Darkness
FantasySolitude. Sought after but those seeking an end to the judgments of society. It pushes you and you find yourself alone in the darkness. Because that is where you find your reprieve...... Right?
