*Lyn's POV*
Opening her eyes the next morning, the bitter light of the sun shone into them. Lyn had never appreciated how painful the light was, but today, seeing it made her utterly angry. The other Raposa… her perceived victims… would be waking up and taking glory in the sunlight.
And she took one good look at herself, seeing that she was as engulfed in shadows as she was going to get.
She got up, knowing that today was the day. Today was the day that she'd wreak utter havoc on those who had wronged her. They had tried to wipe her soulmate out of existence. The one flesh and blood she had left to trust and depend on for not only true happiness, but for her life. She instantly knew exactly how that would be done.
She dashed into the library, realizing that Wilfre would be awake soon, if he wasn't already. She'd freeze with horror if he ever set sight on the corruption that was showing extremely clearly on her. She didn't want him to worry. All she wanted him to know at the moment was that everything was going to be alright. She'd reveal the truth once the mission at hand was taken care of.
She found a piece of paper and a quill and wrote a note. A note of explanation to why she would be absent from the fortress, most likely for the entire day, written in a shadowy ink.
At that, for the first time since she had arrived here, 1 minute later found her setting foot outside the fortress. Her second adventure in this world of Raposa came back to mind. The others' land was across a huge body of water. They had ridden on a giant turtle before, but she knew that there had to be some sort of boat she could use.
And after walking for about 3 more minutes, she found it. A simple canoe with perfectly-conditioned oars. She had only been canoeing once before… back when her screams resulting from a pesky dragonfly were taken as complete irritation to the ears and the mood.
She sat in the boat, taking firm hold of the oars, and with only a few amateur rows, she could see the land up ahead. The peaceful Raposa village.
Peaceful for now.
Once the canoe reached the shore, she gulped nervously, checking to make sure the shadows had completely distorted her outermost appearance from the gray Raposa she was to the shadow creature most would take her as. While persistent and ambitious, the Raposa were known to be rather naïve. They'd probably be dumb enough to take her as a strange shadowy person, and nothing more.
However, as she climbed onto dry land, she realized that as a person so abnormally shaded, she'd probably arouse suspicion and be hunted down. She'd have to make her every movement quick, and if possible, undetected.
Unfortunately, the Raposa were out and about, going about their daily lives… as if they hadn't just carried out a terrorist attack on her new home the day before. The smiles on their faces sickened her. They, along with the smiles, had to disappear.
She saw that the backside of the village seemed to be completely unguarded. Knowing that there just wasn't any other way, she quietly dashed behind every building, checking the area for onlookers before moving to the next one.
Eventually, she peeked around what she knew was the Creation Hall, then very quickly ran around to the entrance and went inside.
Why were the Raposa so happy? Mayhap… mayhap they perceived Wilfre as dead. Maybe they were so convinced that Wilfre had Lyn under his complete, involuntary control that they figured that destroying him would warp Lyn back to her birth world, as the lowly human they intended her to be. The mere reminder of their thoughts made Lyn boil.
She set sight on the Book of Life. The very jewel she was after.
She carefully walked up to it and put her hands on it. She couldn't be too particular about taking it; if an alarm went off, those few extra seconds of a head start would do her good.
So, very quickly, she picked it up and instantly ran out of the Creation Hall. There was, however, no sound to be heard from inside.
Now, she couldn't worry about who had caught sight of her. She simply jumped off the side of the staircase and ran to the backside of the village again.
Nervously, she opened it. She knew that no matter what ended up happening, it would be enough to at least potentially wipe out the population. She had complete control of the Book of Life. There was nothing they could do. No Hero, no weapon… they were defenseless.
She eventually decided to shake things up a bit. She decided on a powerful bomb. Not powerful enough for the impact to be seen from Wilfre's Wasteland, but powerful enough to bring great harm upon the village at the very least. While biological warfare would certainly increase the result, it could also very well backfire and plague her AND Wilfre as well. That was definitely out of the question.
Before she set her pre-equipped pen on the page, it dawned on her once more that the rage and urge for vengeance she had was not natural. As a normal being, no matter how outraged she was at something, she would not have this much power. Even if she did, she didn't. She didn't have the courage. She didn't have the guts, the figurative balls, or the courage to bring significant harm upon anyone, no matter how much they deserved it. No matter what they put her through.
That was the very weakness that they all used to take advantage of her.
Now, the tables were going to be turned. The shadows that were swirling in her presence were almost like subliminal voices in her head. They told her that this had to be done. No longer could those that had wronged her enjoy the glory that was life. There was no turning back, no negotiation… no regrets.
She drew the bomb: A capsule-like thing that held a great amount of TNT… at least enough to bring harm.
After she drew the timer, set for 6 minutes, she could almost feel the creation struggling to come to life. It was ready, and Lyn braced herself to run.
*Wilfre's POV*
Wilfre had just woken up and had a mug of coffee in his hand. He walked into the library, prepared to read a good book to freshen his mind after the messed-up nightmare he had just been through.
The dream? Fire… a wave of flesh-boiling heat wiping over him and the world, leaving nobody alive and nothing standing… but him. He was all alone.
But now, he was in the mild-temperature comfort that was his almost perfectly-conditioned fortress.
As he reached for a book, he noticed that there was a letter waiting on the armchair. He picked it up and read it through.
Dearest Wilfre,
I will very likely be absent from the fortress for a little while today. After what the other Raposa tried to do yesterday… well, the stars told me that they had to face destruction. I may be gone for only a few hours, or I may be gone all day. Either way, I know I should be back by the time the moon rises. The Book of Life will be ours once I return.
Sincerely,
Lyn
Most could see Wilfre setting down the letter and chuckling happily before settling down with a book. They pictured him as a heartless monster who would take great joy and pride in seeing that someone was thinking the way Lyn was.
The reality was much different. He realized what was happening and freaked out. He had once been a resident of that very village, just like those Lyn appeared to be out to destroy. Something had gone very wrong, and it would bring a price to the village that was way overblown, even for the dream Wilfre had set out to achieve his entire life. He wanted to make the world a better place, not a wasteland of lies and terror.
The shadows had driven him to bring such terror in the past. To slay the village's original mayor, to kidnap an innocent child, to remove the color from the land…
The shadows that had corrupted him had made him do all that.
He had never known Lyn to be this certain about bringing harm to anyone. When they first met, she was shy and had the same views as him: They both set out to make the village a fairer place to live.
All of a sudden… Lyn had her sights on destroying it. Could the shadows… no, that had to be impossible…
No, it couldn't be impossible. If it had happened to him, Lyn was just as, if not more, vulnerable.
For her sake, he had to stop her.
