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Shadows were never things that were accepted among society. Not only were they seen as things most likely created by witchcraft, but they were also deceiving and cunning. For a long time people kept the shadows banished where they belongs; in the shadows, where they could not be seen. Eventually shadows were forgotten, and it was simply an old wives tale that mothers would tell their young children. They told their children that if they didn't behave well that the shadows would come and take them.
When he first found himself among the world, he didn't know what to do. For days, or years, maybe, he wandered, trying to find a place in the world. He stayed clear of people, as they seemed like something he should be wary of. People were not to be trusted to him. The young shadow could barely trust himself!
Eventually he found himself drifting through the halls of a castle. Castles were large and elegant, something that he enjoyed gazing upon. He kept silent as he darted through the shadows in order to not be seen, knowing that it was risky to be so close to these people that he had found himself never trusting. However, as a living being, he craved at least the smallest amount of physical contact. Was it possible to find somebody who appeared to be around his own age that would understand the shadow's woes?
