The Pan
He was just a shadow. A non-important being, attached to an obnoxious, terrible little boy, that went by the name: Peter Pan. Peter's shadow was dragged about day in and day out, he was cursed to follow the little brat everywhere he went. But one day, that all changed.
Peter stalked inconspicuously towards an apple stand. He sidled up to the owner and struck up a conversation, as he slowly but surely slipped an apple into his pocket.
Then everything froze. Peter was frozen in the act of turning quickly around to flee, with his foot poised behind him. The apple stands tender was frozen with an angry look plastered on his face. The only thing that wasn't frozen, was an old frail woman with a veil over her face that the shadow hadn't noticed until she lifted up a hand, and looked at him with a pure black eye in the center of her wrinkled palm.
A Seer. The shadow thought.
"Yes, I am a seer." Said a whispery voice from behind the veil.
You can hear my thoughts? The shadow tried.
The lady's veil shook as if she was nodding. "Yes, I can young shadow. In fact I am the only one who has the power to set you free from your imprisonment. But first you must listen."
I'm listening! He practically screamed in his head.
Then he felt it. The whirl of magic, the power. Then two black soulless eyes were hovering above him. The seer's voice turned hard and strained as her hands vibrated as though some force was pushing down on them.
"You. You shadow, you are destined to do great and terrible things. A-an Island... of laughter...of tears. You will be king of all this evil. B-but," The seer faltered, "There is a catch. At the end of Three-hundred years the person you must seek, the person you must kill, Will come to you and if you do not conquer his light, you and your minions of evil will be defeated. forever."
the seer's powerful words echoed in his head. He didn't notice when the seer pulled a pair of gleaming silver scissors out of her belt.
SNIP! pain.
SNIP! agony.
SNIP! power.
SNIP! Freedom.
SNIP! Evil.
Everything moved again as the seer disappeared. The apple stands owner opened his mouth to yell something at Peter, but his mouth fell open in horror. Peter let out a giddy laugh as he turned around, which was quickly replaced with a shrill scream.
For up behind Peter, the shadow had risen up from the ground; in his fully formed shape. His eyes glowed bright and his shimmery body emanated pure evil.
The shadow thrust forth a hand and grabbed Peter by the throat. Peter's feet dangled inches above the ground; his mouth open in a silent scream.
the shadow flew up into the air and grabbed Peter by the wrist, leaving the stand's owner standing there completely shocked.
The shadow flew off into the distance, with Peter dangling by the wrist.
Wherever you are boy, he thought. I will find you.