The Shadow Singers

by drizztlov1

What happens when you live in a world were if your shadow dies you die and there are assasins able to control, become and even kill your shadow through use of a song. Has some reference to Drizzt and will have him in a later chapter

The Shadow Singers. The people and places in this story are mine. Except Drizzt and his people.

The Shadow Singers

The city of Celtra was quiet; the sun had not yet begun its rise over the world of Cassantra. Few besides the drunks at local taverns were awake, but there was one person that was and no one noticed him as he stealthily and quickly made his way through the alleys, his dark cloak hardly moving as it trailed behind him. He stopped at the side of a building and looked around making sure no one was there before he began his quick climb up the wall. When he reached the top his destination lay in perfect sight. The Castle of Celtra's young prince and the home of his target. He had been given a important assignment, to eliminate the last legitimate heir to the Cassantra throne.

He drew back the hood of his cloak with one gloved hand, one that bore a gold ring, one that symbolizes the band he worked for. "Three up and two left." He said as he counted the windows to the castle, finding the one that would lead to the hall to the princes room. He pulled the cloak back up and pulled out his sword, knowing there would be alot of guards. He crept to the ledge of the building, smiling as he thought of how happy Sir would be once he was finished. "Shallo tamon DeBreaga demoron." He lightly sang, and as a strong wind flew his cloak out in front of him, He and the cloak turned to a dark smoak form and road the wind towards the castle.