I stared at the ceiling, white, plain white. I felt a few tear roll down my cheek. The doctor said it was over. I had cancer, and it was too late for the doctors to do anything. The same thing that killed my mother was killing me. I squeezed the bed sheets weakly. Where did all my energy go. I didn't feel ready to die. I didn't want to. I began squirming around crying, I didn't want to die, not yet. 14 was to young, I hadn't had my first kiss yet, I hadn't traveled, I hadn't done anything of importance. What a waste of a life, a nurse came in and stared at me in pity, but I didn't care. "I don't want to die!" I screamed. And began flailing, it didn't feel real. "It's a lie!" I screamed as the nurse tried to calm me, "I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming!"

Why was I doing this? I had been calm and understanding the whole time the doctor explained it to me, while my dad was out drinking himself pitiless 'first his wife, and then his only daughter'. But even then it hadn't felt real, maybe I was in shock. I was shaking violently as I shoved the nurse and ripped the needles from my arm. "I'm going home I cried," barely able to see through my tears.

I punched and kicked and fought my was past the nurses and doctors and ran down the hallway. I was going home. People were chasing me. Why? I just wanted to go home, to leave this nightmare. I raced across streets not caring if I was hit, why avoid death when it was already so close?

The dark clouds overhead began to cry, I couldn't remember if my face had been wet before the rain had I started. I ran into an alley and sat against the hard, wet cement, gasping for air. My lungs burned, my whole body ached. I was so tired; I just wanted to…sleep. Sleep and never wake-up to this nightmare.

This isn't real I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, nothing mattered anymore. I screamed and began bashing my head backwards into the rock wall of some restaurant behind me. I couldn't feel the pain. I don't want to die! I stopped banging my head and stared at the sky. It was a dark blue, and the clouds looked black. It was so beautiful, to think I might never get to see that again. I felt light headed and just wanted to sleep. I closed my eyes and gave into the darkness.

Shadowing, an ancient art involving the ability to move objects using the minds power, commonly known to most folk as telekinesis, but it is much more than that. It is believed that the first shadower was born in the 1400's in England. He observed how moving certain objects could change shadows, but moving the light distorted the shadows. His interest only grew as he began to experiment on himself. He moved his hands around changing the shadow that was produced on the wall in front of him. After 40 years of research he learned that the energy that made light (photons), was similar to that of his brain's. Only on a later analysis did he discover, that it appeared that no one else had these powers, except for one of his seven grandchildren. He kept this evolved trait to himself, and light and photons would not be learned or studied for more than 500 more years.

Every other generation one or two of the offspring had this trait, and with ever passing genereration, the trait became more prominant and stronger. Six generations later. Anne Bell, a completely unrelated carrier of the trait, first discovered she had an amazing ability at age seven, she noticed how she could make small, light objects twitch and move, barely noticably, and bend light. She practiced illusion making, causing people to see things that weren't really there. And creating shadows to scare others. She was the origin of a few ghost stories that dated back to her time. Being only a mere child, she never fully understood the meaning of her power and thought of it as nothing more than a way to perform pranks.

Alexander Cooning, was the first shadower able to move actual visual objects with his mind. Before him, most shadowers, developed power were to weak to move anything more than the thousands of weightless photons that were around them. It is possible they could have controlled all, weightless and microscopic beings, had it been known at the time that they existed, and had the shadowers been able to see them. But, photons were the only thing they were able to move, most probable didsn't even know they were moving photons, since all that was really produced were changes in what you saw and shadows (hence the name shadowers).

Alexander was able to move small objects through the air. it is unsure how he learned he had the abiltiy, but it is commonly believed he discovered it early on, and used it to do "naughty" things (not sexual things if thats what you're thinking, perverts), such as stealing cookies, and making people trip. As an adult, Alexander used his powers to steal and murder, and his crimes he then framed on others.

Near the 1600's the ability had devoloped to the point in which large heavy objects could be moved, objects as big as a garbage truck. By 1692, it was estimated that 22 people had the ability, and 39 had the abiliy dormant (meaning it would surface in their children). Over 40 lived in Salem and were either killed or, if the ability was dormant, their children killed during the Salem Witch Trials. The few that remained stayed in hiding for 300 years, practicing the ability in secret. The ones that gained the ability outside outside of the small groups were feared and eventually died without carrying on their genes, ending their line of the ability. All except Samuel Thomos who raped 178 women and produced 76 children. For a short while their was a huge spike in the number of shadowers. This number eventually went down, and by 2001 there were only 7 known shadowers (3 men, and 4 women).