Cast A Shadow

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Okay before I start, I should mention I got this idea(and modified it) from gayspaceaunt 's castashadow book, 'Castaspella x Shadow weaver'. With that said, let's get started! Oh, and this is in Castaspella's P.O.V., unless otherwise stated. This is any character's thoughts. Reminder, season 5 spoilers ahead! Alright, now let's get started.

     "I don't understand what's happened. Surely this can't be everyone who's left?" "We--we need to find a new place to set up camp. They know we're here, and they could be back soon." Perfuma responded, clearly afraid. What? No, we can't just leave! "So that's it? We're going to hide?" I took another step towards the crowd of young adults, one child, and a winged horse.

     "Just until we figure out what to do! Maybe we could go to Mystacor? It has that--that invisibility spell-" "That's not going to work." All eyes in the small group went wide, as they turned to the voice's source. Is that-? Oh, gods. Shadow Weaver emerged from the shadows and continued to speak. "With Micah controlled by Prime, Mystacor is already compramised." I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

     "How did the Rebellion lose so many of its finest members," I glared slightly at the woman before me. "And yet, we're still stuck with you?" I can't believe she thinks that I'll just go back to trusting her after all that time she served the Horde. I can't believe I ever liked her at all. But not anymore. Not after what she did to Micah. I turned back to Perfuma, who still had a worried look on her face.

     "We're wasting time here! We need to seek out the Horde, and get my brother back," I glanced back at Shadow Weaver for a split second. "I lost him once. I'm not going to lose him again." Shadow Weaver appeared to br emotionless, though it was had to tell at all with the mask on. Does she not have any guilt for what she could have done to my brother? Her student? How did I ever like her.

     Perfuma gave me yet another worried look. "We need to get out of here, we need to make sure the rest of the Rebellion is safe." Perfuma walked past me, followed by the rest of the small group of friends, leaving me alone with Shadow Weaver. I had a soft glare on my face as I turned back to the other woman. "If you want to help Micah, come with me." she stated. What? Wait, she's touching my shoulder- ugh, get her out of your head, Castaspella, you're over this. A confused look crossed over my face, which quickly morfed into an angry one.

     "You can't seriously think I would ever go anywhere with you." I said, taking a step back and shoving her hand off my shoulder. Good, keep her out of your head, Castaspella. She's a manipulator at heart. "You don't have a plan. I do." I sighed, glancing in the direction that the others had gone. After a moment of seeing how helpless they looked, I turned back to Shadow Weaver. "Fine," I stepped closer to her, glaring up at her, Shadow Weaver glaring right back. "But if you try anything, I won't hesitate to strike you down." Okay, bit of a lie there. But this is all for Micah.

     Shadow Weaver continued to glare, then suddenly dipped closer to me and turned away, walking in the opposite direction of the others. A surprised noise left my mouth, and it was then that I realized that I indeed had not gotten over whatever I felt towards that woman in the past. Gulping down my fear, I followed after her, glancing back at the others momentarily. Should I be doing this? No--yes, its for Micah. I turned my head back to Shadow Weaver and continued to follow her, deeper into the woods.