Author Note: Here we are. My first real chapter of my new story "The Shadow's View". I can't wait to see all of you faces when you read this story! (Of course, not really). Anyways, my muses have spoken and decided to finally give me the inspiration needed to actually slap together an installation. Congratulations to them.
Banana S.
Strawberry C.
Kiwi L.
The Author
KL: We should start from Credence's childhood!
TA: Wait, that would take forever!
SC: You know, that's probably KL's point.
TA: Fine, but you guys have to help me every step of the way.
BS: You know, there's no promises on that, but we'll at least wish you good luck!
TA: Fine, be traitors.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing even related to J.K. Rowling, and this unfortunately includes Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. You'd know that I owned it if there was a character that looked like that was dating Newt.
May 6, 1907
That was the day that I came into being. At first, all I could see was a black mist that obscured my vision. It was unpleasant, but it only lasted for a few seconds. Soon, the veil lifted and I could see just what kind of place I was in.
The Umbram Saeculi was not an awful place, but nor was it a beautiful one. The landscape was bleak, and the only spot of light was the Portal Office and the portal itself. The Portal gleamed with a persuading light that called all of the Obscuri to it.
It made me want to jump into it, even if my Shadowmaker didn't need me. That was the power of the Portal that could transport you to the human world. It was blinding with its light and its allure.
The only other inhabitants were the other Obscuri; they looked just like shadows. That's because that's simply what Obscuri are. We're overpowered shadows. We are born this way, black mist in a black void.
Sometimes you catch an Obscurus with flashes of color in them. Then you know that Obscurus has been to the Otherside. Those Obscuri are the older, more powerful ones that have tales to tell in the chittering language of the shadows.
These stories are full of description in the only way that we can communicate pictures. Through telekinesis.
The Umbram Saeculi is neither cold nor hot. It is just the right temperature for us. Muggy, yet not muggy and chilled yet not chilled. The weather is also mysteriously absent from the Umbram Saeculi. No snow, the cold white stuff that falls in the "winter". No sun, the shining orb in the sky that is present during all four "seasons".
That day, a sleek, obsidian screen-like thing popped into existence in front of me. Through it, I could see my Shadowmaker. I was soon to learn that it was to be my only possession, and my most important one.
Credence Woodswater was a tiny thing, not much more than a bread stick with arms and legs. Oh, and a mouth. Plus the lungs that let him scream like that. Ouch, my non-existent ears hurt that day.
His mother, Emmeline Woodswater, could not have been more that 22 when she gave birth to him. She was a young witch indeed. However, I knew for certain from the moment that Credence had given his first cry, he would be a great magic user one day.
I also knew one other thing for certain. Credence was going to shake the world, and I wanted to be around to help him shake it. I was proud to be able to be called his "shadow".
Author Note: I guess that this might not be as long as you readers might like. However, you need to stick with me as we go headlong into Credence's childhood. I promise, it will get MUCH more interesting. Sorry about the shortness! See you next chapter!