#sir shadow

You die.

But I didn't. WE didn't.

We knew that the Shadows weren't all bad. Yes, they killed and stole and harnessed Dark powers. But they killed the General of the Kingdom That Would War. They stole the swords of the Armies From The South. They harnessed the Darkness to disappear after, as Shadows do.

So we called upon that. My brother and I, unknowing of who is the Heir and New King, prepared to duel. Shaking, scared, but it was for Our Kingdom. Our sister stood on the side, the Knights lined around her as protection. We would duel, and the Shadows would send someone to kill the Wrong Heir. It was an awful plan, but we were desperate and needed our New King.

Three strikes. That's how far we got. Three hits blocked by an identical blade and blow.

Then the Sun darkened. Clouds gathered above us to blot out the Light, a heralding to the Shadow that would appear.

They rose from the ground. Yellow eyes, like those of a feline or the glow of a candle in a lamp. Black clothes made for stealth, for the Darkness. A mask that left nothing to see but those eyes- oh how those eyes pierced our Souls! -and the faintest trace of Moon Pale skin.

A single swing of their blade drew our own swords from our hands. We did not breathe, waiting for the clanging to cease its Echo, and for the Shadow to take the life of the Wrong Heir.

Our Hearts fell when they strode towards our sister. We believed the Shadow angry at our foolishness, ready to punish us for not being Peaceful. No Knight could do anything, for attacking a Shadow was Wrong and Death and Forbidden by our earlier commands.

We were frozen with mortal fear as the Shadow raised their blade with one hand.

But then the point lowered, and the Shadow was bowing, Offering the weapon with a ducked head and a bent knee.

The Light shone brightly on our sister, Clouds parting and Sun blazing, the Dark blade a sharp contrast of her white dress. The Shadow had chosen her as the Next King, and had forgone Death for Peace. Why, we did not know, but we watched as if it would suddenly be revealed as well.

Our sister, Bless her Soul, took the blade without hesitance. She raised it, and I dare not tell anyone, but I believe I saw the Shadow tense. I, once more, did not understand, and still do not, why, but I try to learn.

The Shadow's gaze was on the dirt, on the Earth beneath their feet. Their shoulders bowed and their knees bent, they were submitting to our sister, to the New King.

And as her first act as Our Ruler, she tapped both shoulders and the crown of the Shadow's head, then raised the blade vertically.

"Rise, Sir Shadow of the Kingdom of Light. Rise, Knight of Our Realm."

At this point, I would like to state my sister left with the other Knights, leading them off to prepare for the coronation. She did not see this tale, or witness it in any way.

But the Shadow, with yellow eyes wider than tea saucers, rose slowly. We approached, casually, as we knew that this Shadow meant no harm, and was now a Knight. One of Our Knights.

Sir Shadow

Kai having secrets??