Shadow Spinners

Chapter Eight

"Life is to live in such a way as not to be afraid to die."

--St. Teresa of Avila

Silence. Silence. My heart thumped without pace. Scream. I wanted to scream. Scream. This silence was going to drive me mad. "It is a spell. Fight it," the red-eyed one said breathlessly, trying to breath without betraying himself. He was shiny with sweat, hair damp—ironic in contrast to the cold mist.

I couldn't breath. I was going to scream. My throat closed up. I felt an unbearable heat, fire licking me, hurting. Don't scream…don't…. I couldn't think anymore. I bit my tongue; I felt blood ink in my mouth, like poison. One order in my head: Scream. I was already weak, from wound and sickness. It was overwhelming. Scream. The chant refused to end. Madness took a hold of me—just a second but alas, that was enough to send us to our doom. My mouth opened. Pain escaped me, penetrating the air around me. My ears were pierced in agony.

It stopped short. A gloved hand glued itself to my mouth. "You Fool." However, I heard the relief in that voice under that venomous scorn, a silent thank you that the owner hated to hear himself say. A roar replied in return, a scream of a vigor and evil triumphant.

It had succeeded. That monster knew where we were.

Such realization and knowledge dawned on us in fear. That monster was a dragon. The same dragon that I had sighted before. Maybe it will miss us in the mist, I thought—I hoped. It came upon us in its magnificent form. However, this time its intelligent eyes were fixed on us. On me.

The depth of them haunted me.

A pair of black holes that missed nothing with a piercing sharpness. But they were glazed with another emotion. Hatred and gruel shrewdness. Fool, I heard my inner-voice say. You're going to die. Its wing span was huge and even from it's awesome height when flapped a gust of wind hit me, causing my body pain and pushing the thick mist away, exposing us.

If you can see them, they can see you, flooded a thought, perhaps a lesson learned long ago. It is so odd when your heart skips a few beats, your sound goes mute—the sharp and quick intake of breath—and your head and limbs freeze.

"Move." Where the command came from—my head or the air—I didn't know, but I obeyed and was released from my trance. Why?—I will never know—but I took the red-eyed one's hand and pulled him to flee.

I limped—a sorry sight—and suddenly I was in the air, wind yelling in my ears and hair in my eyes. It took a moment to process what had just happened but we, the man and I, were flying in a ball of golden light. A snarl pierced all the commotion. Instinctively, I looked up through a whirling canopy and saw the dragon fly in pursuit.

A ball full of silver light warmed my cheek and prickled my hair as it grew in the in the white-haired man's hand. Next moment it shoot out of his hand and hit the dragon who tried to evade it too late.

It was clearly annoyed and flew into a rage, flying very fast and catching up. What was I doing? I couldn't just sit in a bubble and get caught. My thoughts threw themselves in a panic. I needed to be clam. I needed darkness. Darkness! That was it! Darkness concealed, darkness weakened senses, darkness hid.

It was considerably necessary to concentrate. But that monster and it's mouth grew closer and larger. I closed my eyes and the back of my head whisper about the possibility of the dragon breathing fire and bring this chase to an end. But no, I reasoned, this is the dragon's forest. It didn't burn it's forest before, it wouldn't now--I hoped.

Shadows of the forest flew around us. Plenty of them since it was midday. It was hot but all I felt was cold sweat. The dragon was coming closer. It roared and I felt the heat like an oven. I screwed my eyes shut.

My eyes were shut but I saw—I saw true shadows of a demented dimension of the world around me. The Unseen.

A tornado of screams in the wind whipped me. I needed to draw on the strength of the shadows. I had to concentrate. A huge shadow laid a thick solid darkness in this gray world.The dragon's. I ignored all but it.

Touching the shadow of the dragon, I poured in confused thoughts and tried to suck some of it's aura. I thought of darkness, till I became darkness. I breathed in shadows, till I became shadows. I put death to senses, till I became senseless. It was too powerful. Too much to contain. I had no idea what I was doing. Too full of the dark. And it poured over me and into the golden bubble, into the red-eyed man.

And then I was no longer myself. I was darkness, shadows and death.

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