𝗝𝗲𝘂 𝗱𝘂 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴 (𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 )

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The shadow men did not know why, but they felt betrayed, even if they did not have any real reason to,— yet.

The following night was pleasantly cool. It was quiet between the shadow men, which was not really unexpected as they were walking through the streets of Obsidian at a late hour.
They jumped from shadow to shadow, but it seemed that there was not much going on that night. It was almost unpleasant to know that there were not many creature that was active in a full moon night.

"I thought you didn't want to kill BlutMond?" he heard a voice from behind. The group stopped, Yeosang's body was immediately put under tension when he heard the unknown Deep Voice. It wasn't completely foreign to him, but it wasn't known to him either. Slowly he turned around, only to see someone in a black coat. The person was tall, wearing a heavy belt around his wide trousers, holding small knives, their blades shining under the moonlight. It was strange how the person almost fitted into the picture of the shadow men, but he was not one of them.

„Who said we would not kill it?" San tilted his head, his voice changing it's tone as he obviously pretend to not know what the stranger was talking about.
„Yourselves." he answered.

"How do you know about our plan?" one of them hoisted and held his claws right at the stranger's throat. But the person did not even flinch. His head was pulled back, his face now visible and no longer covered by the hood. The person laughed at "You are not as covered as you tell yourself you are."

Before another word was spoken, the stranger quickly grabbed one of his knives and held it against the Shadow Man's thigh. He pressed lightly, but for the sharp blade it was enough to cut through the thick cloth of his trousers. The shadow man hissed as he felt drops of warm blood falling from the cut and moved away from his reach.
"This is a game that several can play," he smiled; dark blue hair waved in the light wind and a few small eyes watched them.

"I'm sorry, perhaps I should have introduced myself first. My name is Mingi and I am the King's informant as well as his strongest sword." He bowed dramatically and then looked up again, a dirty smile on his lips. "And what are you doing outside at this late hour?" Yeosang asked. He was tired of more and more people not taking them seriously since they had set foot in Obsidian.

"I don't know, I didn't come with a specific destination. But who knows, now that I'm here, maybe I could learn something from the" he raised an eyebrow "dreaded shadow men." None of them wanted to welcome him, especially after he had made such fun of them in front of them. The way he emphasized 'dreaded' disturbed them. He did not take them seriously at all, and they knew it.

Without even answering him, they turned away from him and just kept walking, which he saw as an invitation to follow them. The night went quietly, hardly any creatures were seen and only rarely did they actually pull out a weapon. But even if they did, Yeosang knew that the others would need something like this from time to time. A night in which they could let off steam, but not too much was going on. They just wanted to distract themselves from the thoughts of the days ahead, but unlike him, they still fought.

The sun could already be seen on the horizon again, its warm light brightening the dark sky and making the shadows on one side seem smaller and on the other side bigger. Yeosang sat together with Wooyoung at a cliff, both watching the sunrise. "Do you ever wonder how many more we will see," Wooyoung asked, leaving Yeosang looking at the horizon in confusion. "What do you mean? If you ask about Seonghwa's outbursts of rage, I really can't tell you, it could be such a big number, maybe I don't know it at all," they both laughed softly when they heard Seonghwa getting upset.

It was funny how Mingi was just a stranger but fitted so well into the picture. He had killed the creatures with the others, backed them up and now he laughed with the others as Seonghwa threw stones around him. But it did not bother them. He had not apologized for the way he talked about them, but they had become indifferent. Just as everything would become meaningless to them afterwards.

"I meant sunrises. Even if we don't talk about it often, we shouldn't ignore that our last days are coming to an end. You haven't forgotten that, have you?" Yeosang finally looked away from the sunrise and sighed, "No, I haven't. But I have tried to block it out. Even what we do now; we suppress our own destiny," his eyes were dull and he suddenly felt weak. Was it bad to repress what you fear?

His thoughts wandered away. Some spoke ill of how he could be afraid when he is a shadow man. One of these thoughts also turned to the red dagger. When the image of the dagger came into his head, he automatically reached for it. "What is that?" asked the grey-haired man.

"I wasn't told what it is, but I think it's some kind of key."

"And what is this key supposed to open?"

"The way to truth."
One of the petals fell off the blade, only now did the flower seem to wilt.