Rising Shadows

The Power of darkness is beyond imagining. The legend of the darkest shadows is surfacing. Follow the adventure of Charlie Hunter as she gets thrown into a world of the supernatural. Having found herself in poverty and in far too much debt she is forced to resort to thievery but she picked the wrong house, the wrong artefact and the wrong race of Shadow creatures to royally piss off.


10. Burn

She woke up, having finally gotten a nice rest. Which was strange. He had yet to give her more than a few hours at best. She shrugged. "Maybe I've finally impressed him" she smiled at the thought. After getting dressed she went downstairs. The room he'd designated "The kitchen" Was completely empty. She was surprised. He was normally in the kitchen at this time. She went down to the training room. Also empty. "Where the fuck are you...?" She muttered under her breath. She decided to try his room.

Inside, what she saw would haunt her dreams forever. Blood covered the floors and the sheets. He lay there, stomach ripped open and his head severed. She immediately vomited on the floor. Then she heard it. Felt it more than heard. A shift in the air behind her, she rolled just in time to dodge the razor sharp talons that sliced the air where her head had been just a moment before.

Rising quickly she saw the beast before her and nearly gave up hope. The monster seemed to suck in all hope and light from the room and fill it with darkness and fear. This thing was beyond her skill to fight yet she tried anyway. She charged it with all her strength. Had it been prepared it would not have budged even the slightest inch yet as it hadn't been expecting this puny human to try something so brave... Or foolish, it was thrown back though the door and against the wall. As it recovered she bolted down the stairs and into the training room. She searched through the weapons until she found it, a katana made of the finest silver. He had shown it to her once. It struck her then that she had never bothered to learn his name, a single tear rolled down her pale cheek.

She turned again to face her attacker. The beast had followed her into the room and sat in a crouch, blocking the exit. It didn't move, just kept it's glowing red eyes on her. She waited a few more moments before charging the beast. But this is what it had been waiting for, The moment she hit the halfway point of the room it leaped, Barrelling into her and knocking her to the ground. It tried to rip at her with it's claws but she planted a boot on it's chest and heaved it off of her. She jumped to her feet and slashed it with her sword. It roared with indignation and charged again. 'This is the beast that killed my friend' she thought. She attacked with all her anger, her strength, her emotion. It was not prepared for the onslaught she rained upon it. Before long it lay weakened at her feet. She placed the sword against it's neck then drew the blade back and swung, cutting straight through and removing the head from the rest of it forever.

She was about to jump and yell in triumph at her first victory, but then he stepped in. He was in his mortal form but she could tell he held far more power than the beast at her feet. His very aura held promise of great power. This beast was far more dangerous than any other. This beast, was a true monster. "So you're the one that stole my skull" His voice was smooth, calm and indifferent... with subtle hints of violence. She did not speak, she could not. The obvious power emanating from him stayed her tongue. He smiled. "Where is it ?" He asked, his tone growing impatient. She remained silent. Two more of the creatures came in and stood by the doorway, watching, ravenously. He snarled and backhanded her across the face. She went flying into the wall and did not get back up. Crimson smiled at the sound of her skull cracking against the floor. "Burn it to the ground. We'll sift it out of the ashes"

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