So, I'm not sure why, but I got this idea while doing dishes a while back... kinda weird. Just the same, I thought I'd give it a try. It will be a ShadAmy.
Nope. I don't own anyone.
"Be careful what you wish for- you just might get it all."
Frothing ocean tides, calm, moonlit deserted beach, a clear skies full of stars- just the kind of area Shadow liked. Stepping out of the suburban forest he had spent the last hour or so in, a rare, small smile lit his lips. Having done nothing but wander around the city all day, this seemed to be the perfect way to end the day off. He dropped onto the sand and let it press through his quills, cringing at the odd feeling. The only thing he wanted to do was let his mind go blank, to hear the waves splashing against the shore, maybe even sleep. But he couldn't. His mind kept racing back to earlier that day when he had walked by a park in the city. He really had only been looking for a park bench to rest on, but a near by birthday party had kept him from getting any rest. As he was getting up to leave, he overheard who he supposed was the child's parent say "Hurry, make a wish!" to the boy. Curious, he turned to watch the young boy squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, as if in deep thought, then open them and blow all over his cake in attempts to extinguish the flames on the candles. Shadow gave a look of disgust and walked away with his appetite suddenly gone.
What's the point of a wish if it doesn't do anything for you? He thought bitterly. It doesn't get you anywhere. It doesn't help you. All it really does is gives you a false sense of hope. If you want something to happen then you have to make it happen yourself.
And now, as he lay there on the beach, Shadow realized that he had never wished for anything. He never wished that Maria hadn't died- he just never wanted it to happen. Wishing it hadn't happened wouldn't change anything. He had never wished to know who he really was or what his purpose was. What would that do for him? He had never wished for a better life. What was the point? No, he had never wished for anything.
Feeling a heat in his face, he growled and stood. No point in getting mad over worthless things. He massaged his temples rhythmically while walking towards the water. When his mind was blank, he took his hands from his face and walked down the shore, all the while careful not to get his shoes wet. A whispering breeze blew lazily across the water, forming a few clouds in the sky. More calmly this time, he continued his train of thought.
And what purpose does making a wish serve at celebrations? It has nothing to do with what the celebration is about in the first place. He looked back to the trees. Must be that false sense of hope they like.
An unexpected tide suddenly jolted him away from the shore and towards a small hole filled with water that he hadn't noticed until it was too late to avoid. His foot dove straight into the wet sand, forcing him down. Great. He tried pulling his foot out, but that only seemed to make his foot sink faster. After a second, he could feel what he figured to be a rock at the bottom, so guessing that his foot wouldn't sink anymore seemed to be a safe assumption. Using the rock as a base, he pushed up off it and then swiped his foot up, sending a pile of sand flying into the air. His foot was free. He took a seat in front of the hole and undid his soggy shoe, slowly scraping the sand out. Knowing it would take a while for his shoe to dry, he slid off his other one, too, and taking one in each hand, began walking in his bare feet, which was something he was totally unused to. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the sand between his toes, he was knocked down again by a blast from behind him.
"Now what!" he yelled. Turning, his look changed from fury to amazement, for out of the hole he had stepped in came a sparkling purple aura. An old-fashioned, sandy lamp floated out of the hole and into the glowing radiance, seeming to absorb it. Slowly, a deeper purple silhouette emerged from the spout of the lamp until it formed into the shape of a large bellied, mystical man.
"I," he stated in deep, solemn voice, "am the genie of the lamp. You have released me."
Shadow blinked. "Who?"
"The genie of the lamp," he man repeated more deeply. "I can give you whatever you desire most; what ever you want."
Shadow stood and brushed himself off. "Whatever I want," he repeated slowly.
The genie nodded. "Your wish is my command."
Of course. Shadow clenched his fists, scowling. "Wishes are lies," he stated plainly. "Which must make you a liar. Keep your 'wishes' for yourself. I don't need them." He turned his back fully intending to continue his walk.
"HOW DARE YOU!" the genie roared furiously. "I have been buried in that sand for thousands of years, waiting for someone to discover me, and finally when I'm found it is by an ignorant idiot who cannot see though his own stupidity!"
"Ignorant idiot!" fumed Shadow, spinning on his bare heels. "Obviously you must be the stupid one. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"
"A fool that does not think before speech! Now you must face my wrath!" he replied.
"Think again," Shadow said threateningly. He jumped at him, but to his amazement, he flew right through him. Growling, he yelled, "Assemble yourself and fight me!"
The genie threw his head back, roaring with laughter. Wiping a nonexistent tear from his eyes, he continued. "Truly, you will learn your lesson." He closed his eyes, and suddenly his gentle purple color changed to a dark, deathly red.
"Abra-" Shadow felt his feet gently lift off ground. His head was spinning. He tired to move, to fight back, to do anything. But even his mouth wouldn't move. "Cabadra!" In a mess of spark and noise and color, the last thing he saw were the small, dusky clouds forming across the sky, and the spin chilling red of the genie.