Shadow Chronicles: Hunting for Darkness The Shadow's Whisper

Chapter Five

-A few hours later-

Zoe was sitting in her room when she heard a loud sound coming from the woods once more. It sounded as though something was knocking over the trees and she went into a slight panic. "Cronan? Did you hear that too?" She asked, looking over to the shadows, knowing he was near. She hoped it wasn't another creature like last time. Cronan dashed through the shadows stepping out of the shadows of one of the many trees the littered the house, his hood was on and one of his daggers were at the ready, he turned the corner to see another hellhound though it had two heads rather than one, "The bloody 'ell?!" And with that, he was head-butted multiple feet away by the beast. He breathed out and thought calmly, 'Okay Cronan, your Father is the King of these little shits...you could maybe...' He stared at the hellhound and the others that had shown up and focused on them, his left eye igniting in an obsidian colored flame, with a silver pupil standing out against the black flames, "Bow." The moment those words left his lips every hellhound hit the ground hard enough to splinter it, their heads bowed, he heard a deep gravely voice in his mind, "All hail the Prince." Cronan gripped his head slightly as the flame increased in size and dozens of skeletal beings rose from the earth bowing, "All will fall before death, even immortals fear the Reaper." A deep voice that radiated power spoke from the depths of his mind. The Shadows swirled and his dagger was ripped from his hand, the second one formed and was removed as well, there was a black flash and when it died down his daggers were gone and in their place was an obsidian scythe, and a darker hoodie, he took the items and tried to step into a shadow only to vanish in a burst of darkness with the sound of a soft explosion, he reappeared in a cloud of darkness and the smell of ash falling to the ground in front of Zoe, the flame dying down. He rose to one knee but kept his right hand on the ground, "Something's coming and it's coming fast Zoe, we gotta go." He said before the ground began to shake and the sound of heavy footsteps began to fill the air, "Shit." He cursed to himself, "There's no time, Zoe you're going to go, run and keep running alright?" "What?!" "No I'm not going anywhere Cronan, I'm staying and I'll help you." She told him with conviction, "I knew you'd say that which is why I'm sorry about this, love." He said with a sad smirk, he pushed her softly sending her slowly sinking back into the nearest shadow, "Cronan, no; don't do this, please!" She cried out trying to fight the shadows. He turned away from her and the last thing she saw before the shadows swallowed her was the roof of the house being ripped off and a giant, clawed hand smashing down and destroying anything left of, or in the house. Tears streamed her face as darkness consumed her, she fell out of the shadow of a tree questioning where she was, she saw a sign that said "Canada 90 miles." Sighing she started walking, she had family somewhere here she recalled, thinking up a convincing cover story, she began her trek.

-Back with Cronan-

At the last second, before the hand hit him he'd fallen into the floor's shadow reappearing behind the beast's head pulling on the hoodie, he looked at the watch his bracelets had turned into, black with gray lines running along it. Staring at the monstrous being before him, he gritted his teeth as he landed on the ground with a roll, slowly skidding to a stop he pushed his power into the watch and watched as it leapt from his wrist and took the form of a black and gray Scythe more than half as tall as he is. The second his fingers gripped the weapon the jacket grew into a cloak that touched the ground with the ends of the cloak appearing ethereal with shadows constantly wafting from it, the hood was up, obscuring his face in darkness a pit of darkness where his face would have been with only his irises being visible the glowing silver cutting through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. His voice was ghostly and as cold as ice when he spoke "It seems I got a power boost, intriguing." he rose slowly, and span the scythe in one hand and rose his right, the shadows of the trees behind him took on a tangible form of black tendrils that shot forward at his command wrapping around the beast that resembled an overgrown cyclops, it was a little larger than the house it destroyed, so it took some effort to fully ensnare him with the mass of darkness, the flames of his silver eyes turned silver as he closed his hand into a fist causing the shadows to fold in on himself and a large 'squelch' filled the air as blood poured from what little space there was between the shadow as Cronan fell to his knees, his hood falling off revealing his coal black hair that had gained a silver streak, his vision blurred as his silver eyes dulled, he passed out and fell forward only to be caught by a pale man in a black constantly writhing suit, his black hair slicked back and  his aura that of pure power, "το παιδί μου τόσο μικρά αλλά και τόσο ισχυρό που κάνετε αυτή την αρχαία μία περήφανη" He spoke in a slick suave, yet ghostly voice that radiated power, though when he looked at the boy in his arms, his eyes softened. His eyes a color that even the brightest of metals could only hope to achieve, eyes of glowing silver, he vanished in a swirl of darkness and was gone with the cool night air.