Strange Companions XXIII
You race down the sidestreet, the strange glimmer stuck in your mind’s eye. Cecil? The connections run through your brain in an instant, connecting the two images. You come to a back alley but something feels very wrong about this situation. You step forward only to find your foot mired in a substance black as the night.
The shadow is here. The thought enters your mind as despair courses through your entire body. You’re not prepared. You’re not ready.
The shadow begins to creep up your legs and your mind is filled with images of spite and hatred. Dragons dying. Spells you don’t understand explode around you, and hideous laughter, a smile you can’t quite place.
“VENTAS LUX PROVIA!”
A cascade of light envelops you and the Shadow recoils immediately.
You recognize the familiar faces of Rosalie, Beatrix, and Buddy momentarily before taking in your surroundings. Rising to your feet, you turn towards the Shadow. To your left, Buddy draws his sword looking past you and Beatrix widens her stance slightly, her eyes dilating in a strange pattern.
Glancing to your right, a wide-eyed Rosalie looks to you, one hand reaching out to you, in the other a staff gleaming bright white, yet emitting the colors of the rainbow.
“Quick! The materials!”
The shadow begins to creep up your legs and your mind is filled with images of spite and hatred. Dragons dying. Spells you don’t understand explode around you, and hideous laughter, a smile you can’t quite place.
A cascade of light envelops you and the Shadow recoils immediately.
You recognize the familiar faces of Rosalie, Beatrix, and Buddy momentarily before taking in your surroundings. Rising to your feet, you turn towards the Shadow. To your left, Buddy draws his sword looking past you and Beatrix widens her stance slightly, her eyes dilating in a strange pattern.
Glancing to your right, a wide-eyed Rosalie looks to you, one hand reaching out to you, in the other a staff gleaming bright white, yet emitting the colors of the rainbow.
“Quick! The materials!”
