Neon woke suddenly, a voice was drifting over the forest. She glanced
over at Shade's bedding, Shade was gone! She ran through the forest, the
voice seemed to call her on. She looked around franticly, then she saw boot
prints on the ground. She began to follow them, the further she went the
louder the voice got. She began to run and suddenly broke into a clearing.
The moon shone brightly into the gap in the trees, illuminating a figure in
the centre. Suddenly in the centre of the moon incandescent lights began
to form. They shot down in one massive ray swirling and spiralling down to
the figure on the ground. Bright gold lights broke out around the figure
and soared up to meet the blue light. The collided sending blue and gold
stars everywhere. Neon realised what this figure was wielding, he was
wielding magic. The figure was Shade! What was he?
Shade knew what was coming, expected the lurch of pain. Yet it was not pain, it was a strange feeling; he could not put his finger on it. Even as his bones lengthened, as his teeth became fangs he wondered. He found it, change, that was it. Bat-like wings burst from his shoulders, fine black hairs began to sprout and cover them. His hands became paws, enormous and black as the night, huge white claws unsheathed themselves. His eyes became a colourless white, he flared his midnight tail and bellowed. A roar that shook the snow off the nearby trees. He gathered his panther-like body under him and launched himself into the sky, flapping his billowing wings and rising up into the starry sky. He knew why he had changed; he had attempted to break the Curse the God Aldur had laid on them so many years ago. He had confined them to the woodland realm of Ulgo. He wanted to see how the world had changed.
Shade knew what was coming, expected the lurch of pain. Yet it was not pain, it was a strange feeling; he could not put his finger on it. Even as his bones lengthened, as his teeth became fangs he wondered. He found it, change, that was it. Bat-like wings burst from his shoulders, fine black hairs began to sprout and cover them. His hands became paws, enormous and black as the night, huge white claws unsheathed themselves. His eyes became a colourless white, he flared his midnight tail and bellowed. A roar that shook the snow off the nearby trees. He gathered his panther-like body under him and launched himself into the sky, flapping his billowing wings and rising up into the starry sky. He knew why he had changed; he had attempted to break the Curse the God Aldur had laid on them so many years ago. He had confined them to the woodland realm of Ulgo. He wanted to see how the world had changed.