Author Note: Here we are. The second chapter of my new story "The Shadow's View". My muses have spoken and decided to give me even MORE inspiration needed to put together another installation. Thanks and kudos the the Fruits of Labor!
Banana S.
Strawberry C.
Kiwi L.
The Author
KL: This part has GOT to be the part where we actually start into Credence's background.
TA: Fine, but do I REALLY have to?
SC: Yes.
TA: Fine, but you guys have to help me every step of the way. And I actually mean it this time!
BS: Let's relate this to an anime or manga. It'll liven things up!
TA: NO!
BS: Why ever not, dear author?
TA: Because, anime and manga had NOTHING to do with Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them! Stupid fruits.
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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, 1908
Today was Credence's birthday. Through my black smoke mirror, I could see Emmeline getting ready to celebrate, even though she didn't have much to work with. She had decorated her three-room house with some streamers and a festive tablecloth.
There wasn't a cake, just a loaf of fresh bread from the bakery downtown. The tired chairs were doing their absolute best to keep standing, and the floor had even been swept.
Emmeline picked up her son, Credence, out of his wooden high-chair and sat him on her hip. She tickled his stomach. "Today's your birthday Credence! You're such a big boy now, yes you are!"
Credence gave a happy gurgle and patted his mother's shoulder. "Mama," he said happily. It seemed that Credence was a carefree boy. For now. Eventually I decided that I would tune out until present time. After all, that was the most exciting part.
I wandered around Umbram Saeculi until I could see one of the Elders telling a story to some of the other now Obscuri. I decided, that since I had nothing better to do, that I would listen as well.
I floated over to the Elder's circle and started to listen. This particular Elder looked like he would be wise. The flashes of color inside of him were orange AND purple. That was one of the colors that designated to most powerful of the Obscuri here in Umbram Saeculi.
"I was in the Otherside for a few months before the wizards noticed me. While I was there, I saw many things through my Shadowmaker's eyes. Cars, machines that move upon wheels and cold, creamy substances that apparently froze brai-."
One of the younger Obscuri interrupted the Elder as he was telling his tale. "What do you mean, until the wizards noticed you?" it called out.
The Elder stared at it. Well, Obscuri can't stare (we have no eyes), but we can direct our attention to something. The Elder fixed on the younger Obscuri. "All wizards are bad. If you go to the Otherside to even so much as look at cars, ice cream, or books, they will sniff you out and send you back to the Umbram Saeculi. They do this without mercy," the Elder said.
"But why? Why do wizards hate us so much?" the younger Obscurus asked. I could see the the Elder was losing his patience. I was as well, to be honest. I wanted to hear the rest of the story, but this whiny newbie was ruining it for me.
I drifted over to the younger Obscurus and flashed white lighting at him threateningly. Every Obscuri had white lightning. Colors appeared for each new visit you made to the Otherside.
As the Elder resumed his story, I listened attentively. This would be interesting information for when I visited the Otherside. However, unless my Shadowmaker actually summoned me, I would have to sneak out through the Portal.
I finally lost interest as the Elder delved into the Otherside's current politics. I had always found politics boring. As I went back to my Shadowmaker Watcher (that's what I had decided to name it), I started to think about how I would go about sneaking out of the Shadow World, the Umbram Saeculi.
Finally, I was back at my Shadowmaker Watcher and I could see Credence with bread crumbs all over his face. I had to admit, it was such a cute sight. He looked hilarious.
Right now, he was playing with his wooden blocks while Emmeline tried desperately to clean off his face. "Come here you little munchkin," she fake-growled. Credence turned around to face her and she finally caught him.
She put him on her hip again and cleaned his face off with a towel dipped in hot water. "There we go, Mr. Credence." She set him down on the floor again and he crawled back over to his blocks.
Emmeline went to the kitchen to wash dishes, (unwisely in my opinion), leaving him to play alone on the floor. A sudden cry alerted her to the fact that something was deathly wrong with Credence.
Emmeline hurried out of the kitchen, rapidly drying her hands on a towel, looking around frantically for her baby. She finally spotted him and rushed over, sighing in relief. "What kind of trouble did you get yourself into now?" she asked.
Credence giggled and drooled a bit, suddenly pointing to his blocks. Emmeline looked at his toy blocks and gasped. They were floating in the air. Emmeline looked down at Credence, then back at the blocks, then back at Credence.
"Did you just do accidental magic?" she whispered. Emmeline was so excited. She was going to take him to the MACUSA's (Magical Congress of the United States of America) department for Accidental Magic.
She needed to know her son's magical powers and their ratings on the meter that MACUSA had. Emmeline donned her coat and put on Credence's for him. She opened the door and stepped out into the brisk evening weather.
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Emmeline winked at the doorman that guarded the entrance to MACUSA at the Woolworth Building. She went through the door and found herself in the lobby of the MACUSA building. Above her head, I could see the clock that measured the level of danger in New York City. Right now, it was in the blue range, High Alert.
My Shadowmaker was carried into a golden box, one that held a creature that sort of looked like a House Elf, yet more gnarled. Emmeline looked at him and smiled. The, goblin (Yes, that's it!), was shocked.
"Level 4 please."
Th goblin did something to the golden box that made it move up. As the golden box moved up, Credence started to look terrified. I could feel something dragging me towards the Portal. This meant that my Shadowmaker was in need of my services.
I nearly made it to the Portal, but Credence stopped crying and the tugging stopped too. I was so sad. I wanted to gain beautiful colors, just like the Elders.
Finally, the golden box made a dinging sound and Emmeline stepped out with Credence. She walked to the end of the hall, all the way towards the only door on the landing. It was a black door with a sliver knob that gave me a bad feeling.
Suddenly the sides of my Shadowmaker Watcher started to flash red, as did every other Obscuri's. "What's going on?" an Obscuri chittered. Finally a voice boomed over us. It was the head Obscurus, Wallerment. He was the only one who had a definite name. He was once the shadow of Merlin.
"Do not fear. Be aware, whenever your screens flash red, there is a danger of being revealed to the human world. Stay calm. Who's screen flashed red first?" he boomed.
I started to panic. Was I in trouble? My screen was the one that flashed first. "My screen flashed first," I chittered nervously. I really hope that I didn't get punished. I never was before, and I didn't want to start.
Finally, all the screens stopped flashing red, but mine started to glow blue instead. I looked over at the other screens. Nobody else's was glowing, just mine.
"Come to me," the voice from before boomed. The sound was coming from my screen. I was confused. Was there something here that I just wasn't getting? "Step into your Shadowmaker Watcher and come to me," the voice boomed again, this time sounding slightly impatient.
I was nervous, but I floated into my Shadowmaker Watcher anyways. A bright light enveloped me and started to burn away my nice black mist that surrounded me. It hurt like nothing else in the world. Finally, it was over and I could step forward. Wait, step forward? Obscuri didn't step, we glided. What was going on here?
I looked down and saw feet, and legs and a stomach. What the hell was going on now? I looked like a human! Interrupting my reflecting, the speaker called out again. Another portal-thing opened up and I grudgingly stepped through it.
When I came out, it was in a dark void of sorts. I was glowing slightly and there was a throne cloaked in shadows before me. I had the irrational urge to bow. Something told me that I really didn't want to cross whoever was sitting on that throne.
All of a sudden, the figure got up and started to walk towards me. I bowed even lower. At last, the figure stopped walking and stopped right in front of me. "It is all right to look now," it said, chuckling slightly.
I looked up with my human head and saw a magnificent man cloaked in the clothes of royalty. At least, what the Elders told me were the clothes of man started to talk, and I instantly knew to pay attention to what he was saying.
"You are to go to the Portal Office and submit this form. This will allow you to save your Shadowmaker. Now, go, before it is too late!" The man handed me a form and I took it from him. A new portal opened up and I ran through it.
I found myself back in the Umbram Saeculi, and I glided to the Portal as quickly as I could. I was, apparently, an Obscurus again. The Portal Office was growing closer, and I barely stopped to hand the Obscurus on duty my form before I whisked through the Portal to the human world.
Author Note: Mini-cliffy there. Also, a longer chapter! Thanks to Google for the information about the clock and Fantastic Beasts screenplay for everything else. Please review with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Hope to see you in the next chapter. Proxy out.