The Awakening

The Shadows turned to face the scrawny kid. They gathered around the little child, snarling at her. Their bodies did not hold a solid form, they easily shifted and moved like a burst of a toxic gas.

One of the shadow creatures crouched lower to the ground, like a hound dog ready to sniff the floor and follow the scent of its victim. Then it turned its nose toward Alistair, and charged toward the youngling.

Alistair took a step back, and placed his arms in an X stance across his face. As the shadows drew closer toward the kid, a burst of golden energy shined forth from the kid’s body.

The creatures disintegrated in a sheet of searing flame. Not a single one was left in sight.

His heart was still beating like a drum. He lowered his hands and stared at the remnants of golden waves of energy emanating from his palms like sand particles.

Alistair had no idea how he had managed to do that. He would have to ask his instructor the next morning what kind of magick he was capable of applying?

Somewhere away from Alistair’s awakening, further past the corridor leading to his bedroom, into the corner of the castle, in the space beside the castle’s garden, a cloaked figure stood in the midnight fog. The stranger waved his hand and a portal opened.

It waltzed into the gateway, and took one last gaze at the boy through the castle walls. The stranger had the gift to see through any type of matter. With a defeated look, the cloaked figure stepped into the portal, and thought to himself, ‘‘This boy continues to show signs of the prophecy. But could he really be the one to become…The Shadow Man.’’

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26.3.2023

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