Shadow Keepers (Unedited)

Three: Mysterious Stranger

Well, now you know about us and to let you know, I am one of the White Flame, Shadow Keepers. I am in fact the last one, so I am hunted more ferociously, by Shaton’s descendants, the Hunters. They are strong, cunning, and dangerous, and will stop at nothing so that the prophecy will not be fulfilled. See they are the other reason we keep moving. They find us no matter how hard we try to blend in. Last time we moved was because one of them cornered Angel at her office and well, I was already pissed off so I threw my dagger at him. Humph, sometimes they make it too easy.

I want to clarify on little detail. We Shadow beings wield Power, not Magic. Since Magic is more common, it is often referred to as Power or Energy but it is most defiantly not. You see Magic is a by-product of Cotaseva one of the three main sources. Gods uses the raw form of the Cotaseva, Rare “magical” creatures use the raw form of Tebinas, and the Titans use Bensu.  Zeus, Poseidon and Hades are the only begins known that are still living that can perfectly bend the Cotaseva to their will; all others have faded into legend. Other gods and goddesses can wield it but not perfectly. For explanatory purposes, picture the Cotaseva as a fast flowing river. The further down you go you start to see streams branching off. Those streams are what you would call Power; we would call it Nabena Olie. Now go down one of these and you find smaller tributaries that are more frequent, and as you might have guessed, those are Magic used by Wizards, Warlocks, Witches, and the Fae. Now all rivers have an end, this on ends in a vast ocean called Energy, the lesser beings and more magically involved humans control this.

Now do the same for the other two Tebinas as a main is controlled by Dragons, Phoenixes, and such. Go further down and you come across the magic used by Vampires, Shape-shifters, and the like. The Bensu is used, as mentioned before, by the titans, and the by-product is used by the Hunters. Now the Tebinas and the Bensu are both short on their journey to Energy, less corrupt, but equally powerful.          

Here’s a little fun fact for ya, my sibling and I, are actually half-breeds so half human and half god or goddess. So in human years we are twenty-eight, twenty-six, sixteen and seventeen but our god side we are about three hundred years old. So Matt is like 328, angel is 326, Penny 316 and I am 317 years old. Strange, right? We age but it will only up until we are about thirty years old, in human years, then we can change our aging to be as old as we want to be. For the first ten years I didn’t even know I had a family. I was an orphan, until my uncle found me and then the rest goes like this: Family reunions, training and a lot of back talking to everyone, except, my sibling and my two uncles Hades and Etheron.    

“Katie! Get the mail before you come in, please!” called Penny

“I’m on it.” I call back. As I walk down the gravel drive way I’m lost in thought about my favorite home, New York. It’s the longest we spent in one place, 5 years. I learned to fight, handle myself, and I also learned Free Running or Parkour. I left my best friends there: Tony, Samantha, Benni and Jake, we got into all kinds of trouble. As I get the mail, I don’t hear the car coming until it’s a meter away. Even though I could split it in half, stop it dead in its tracks, or simply jump over it, I can’t seem to move. All I see is the driver’s eyes. The fear and shock. And then when I know it’s going to hit me I brace myself for the impact.

Wham. I hear the tires screeching, before I feel my head hit the asphalt and something heavy on top of me. I hear voices, someone’s calling my name but I can’t answer. My vision clears for a few seconds, that’s when I see him, dark hair cut like the way most teen boys have it now a days, with the darkest green eyes I have ever seen. At first I think its Matt but then I hear his voice, smooth, like satin, and deep it makes me think of a spring day in a pine forest, where winter lost the battle and you can only see some of its remains, with the birds singing their victory songs, and the bears lazily waking, and enjoying what they wake to.