Fourth Chapter... Yes, This story does have a plot line. It's not just randomness.

Shadowed Echo

I don't know why I expected things to be different. Such a little thing as my life upending, has no effect on the world. Life went on. The day after that terrifying night, I went to school, as usual.

"Hey Celia." greets Ryan. He's sitting on the port racks, smiling his half-smile at me. Ryan hardly ever smiles full on, but when he does, it's breath-taking. I shove my bag on the rack and sit up next to him. "What's up? You look kind of melancholy…" he asks, concerned for me.

I pout at him. "SOSE test…" I complain.

"This is a problem since when?" he asks in an I-know-that's-not-true-and-you-just-don't-want-to-tell-me voice. I frown.

"Damn. You're right. I'll have to come up with another excuse." He rolls his eyes at my incompetence.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" yells a voice somewhere to our left. I look over. A male figure with his back to us is faced off with a very indignant Sarah, a few class rooms away.

"AS IF! THIS IS JUST LIKE ONE OF YOUR STUPID JOKES!" she yells back in a very aggravated manner. I feel sorry for whoever it is, the poor guy, Sarah may be sweet most of the time, but when she's angry she's like a Tasmanian devil.

Her temper hits the roof and she grabs her water bottle and starts squirting water at him. He runs away from her, yelling back at her as he runs.

"I SWEAR, IT WASN'T – AHHHH!" he breaks off and starts screaming as she hits her mark and sprays water all over him. He doesn't scream like a girl, but like a guy, the only one who can make that sort of noise, Matt.

I laugh, and grin at Ryan who winks at me. I get it immediately. Not many people know he has a sense of humour, and I'm the only one that understands it. Whatever was wrong, he had done it and set Matt up to take the fall.


Throughout the rest of the day things pass as normal, albeit insanely. I walk past Ms. Nondas a couple of times and she smiles politely but doesn't say anything. I begin to wonder, if the events of last night actually happened or if they are a figment of my over-active imagination.

The day ends and I go home. Everything is normal, but somehow seems to lack something. My perception has changed. It's like my life is a video that's high quality, has awesome special effects but is essentially a documentary. Dull.


Celia Deuska dreamt of pain and suffering. Of running, and fighting, always fighting but never winning. Of dark forms, dictating to subjects kept in line with pain and fear. Of a teenaged girl, charging and falling, withering away but rising again in a new form to do battle again. Of a girl, short and blonde, whose green eyes held a world of grief, and a sliver of hope.

Blonde and black, the sun and the moon, those were the girls who stood back to back fighting. Bonded together by the promise of an early death and a life full of horrors, they were sisters. They were fighting and they were losing. An army of vampires and assorted demons pressed them from all sides.

The blonde was armed with a sword and a battered steel shield, her body was dotted with gashes, covered in blood she was a being of primal fury and strength. Her vivid emotions gave her power which she used to twirl and hack with her sword. Her thin limbs held a concealed strength, but not one of her foes underestimated her.

The dark sister was more graceful, with black streams of hair blowing in the wind and a careless grin screaming that she revelled in the destruction she was causing. Her movements were even and controlled like a dance, as she slipped her elegantly shaped daggers between ribs and other fatal places.

The sisters were decimating a large portion of the army, but an army it was, and it was only a matter of time before sheer numbers overthrew them. The sisters shared a moment of enlightenment, still fighting with their other hand they grasped each others palms. Blood dripped from their fingers as they prepared to start the most powerful of magics.

"See you in heaven B." the dark sister farewelled her lighter counterpart, who nodded in return. Simultaneously they took a deep breath and began.

"Ego dono meus corpus causa macto!" they chanted. The blonde power erupted and blazed like a small sun, dusting a few nearby vampires. The dark sister's power poured out of her pores as a haze of darkness. The sun had a dark spot and the darkness had a bit of light making them a perfect yin and yang.

The power formed a blazing, whirlwind structure which grew like a tornado and enveloped the warriors. Darkness' army was massacred in a few short minutes, but once they were all dead the tornado disappeared. There was nothing left on the battle field to show of the two champions' self-sacrifice. Nothing but the dead demons and a few sad piles of ash.


When I awoke, I didn't scream, I didn't pant breathlessly at untold horrors, I lay still, and thought. They sacrificed themselves. Not for friends, love, or glory, and without a hope for remembrance. I am filled with awe for these two selfless slayers, no, not slayers, human beings. Human beings just like I and everyone else.

I review my decision to deny my destiny. Why did I? I refused to be a slayer because I was terrified, terrified of dying for a world that didn't know or care. Terrified that I had no choice, that being a slayer robbed me of my humanity. They did it. The light one and the dark one. They gave themselves away, they were not the chosen, but the ones who chose.

I think on this for a while. I could do that. Choose to do the right thing. Give myself up for the greater good. Could I really do that? Can I face the terrifying demons and still defy them? I am aware that this is a hard decision. A life-changing decision.

I come to my decision with a sense of finality. My answer is yes. I choose. I'm not the chosen, but the one who chose.

Is It really really stupid?