Keeper Of Light |book 2|

Chapter 6. The Prey Becomes The Hunter

What they found out was that the shadows were effected by the light of Aslan. Since they were pure dark matter, and He was pure light, they repelled each other, and His light dominated whatever they were made of, destroying their very existence.

Angelina was not very good at fighting with a sword, her knowledge was limited and whatever she knew before she had forgotten. She had after all gone a year without touching a weapon.

"I feel like a small knife would be elegant for you, or perhaps a bow and arrow?" Edgar looked over his weapons.

She sighed, "I don't know, none of these weapons feel like me, you know?" She confessed.

He smirked, "well then, how about a gun?"

"They don't have those in Narnia," she shook her head, "at least I don't remember any."

Edgar opened an old chest and pulled out a long saber with a curved blade. It was long, but quite thin. It glistened under the light that came from the room. It had some sort of writing on the front in a language that Angelina didn't recognize, it definitely wasn't English.

"What is that?" Angelina asked, touching the weapon. It's handle was wrapped around with a red cloth that kept the hands safe from the metal.

Edgar handed it to her, "it has been one of my grandfather's old artifacts, he found it somewhere in Europe. I don't know what ancient language that is, but why don't you try out this blade? We will train with this."

The sword was great, a little hard to handle at first, but Angelina got used to it. So far she wasn't half as bad a swordsman as she thought. Of course, it was easy when Edgar had a couple of dummies in his mansion. It used to belong to his parents and was passed on by his grandfather. The house has been in the family for a very long time, full of secrets and hidden rooms.

After another full day of training, Edgar walked her home, like he always did when it was a little too late. He was a little similar to Edmund in that respect, he cared about people. Angelina pulled him in for a hug when they were next to her apartment door.

"Thank you Edgar," she pulled away and put her hand on his shoulder, "for everything. You turned into a friend I least expected to find. You found me at a really strange time in my life."

He smiled, "yeah I bet, losing your memory after a completely different realm sounds insane. It's been an honor getting to know you, I just wish I got the chance to see you in all your glory, and trust me, I will. We will find a way to get Aslan's light back."

She walked into her apartment. Her mother was sitting at the dinner table, pieces of paper dispersed around her. She was reading one and writing something down in her notebook. Angelina sat the sword down in her room and quickly skipped over to sit next to her mom.

"Bills," her mom didn't look up at her and explained.

"Hey mom," she suddenly asked, "what was my dad like?"

Her mom put the paper she was holding onto down on the table, "your father? Well...He was a little like you, his mind was all over the place. He had ambition and a passion for something."

"Why did he leave? Or what happened to him?" She asked.

Her mom sighed, "what do you remember about him?"

"Not much-he just said he had to go take care of something," Angelina looked down at the ground.

"Yes, that's exactly what happened. I don't know what to tell you kid, he just disappeared and never came back. Maybe he was in debt, maybe he got into something bad, but he just disappeared off the face of the earth," she took Angelina's hand, "but look at you kid, you turned around alright."