xXxJay POVxXx

As soon as I walked into the pyramid there was a shady dude dressed in all purple, with a black and green crest on his uniform that has two B's back-to-back.

"I've been given strict orders to stop anyone who tries to enter. Will I have to stop you?" His voice was droning, like a robot's might be. Wait, I take that back. I won't offend the robots that work on the island like that.

"Well, I've been given stricter orders to get in here, so yeah, you will." I told him, grabbing my medals, tensing for a fight, the same weird feeling coming over me, just as it had a few days ago. The guy was reaching for his medals, when he suddenly froze, the color draining from his face. He backed up a few steps, the look of terror remaining, if not getting worse.

"What…What are you?" He asked, his voice suddenly gaining character.

"Uh, human?" I said plainly, slightly confused.

"You don't look human to me." He said, backing up a little more, but not taking his eyes off me. That unexplainable feeling came over me again; I smirked, stepping into the shadows, giving my face an evil look.

"Oh yeah? Well then, maybe I'm not, maybe you should be scared." The words left my mouth, dripping with malice. The words may have been from my mouth, but it wasn't my voice I heard, it was strong and gruff, and weak and smooth, all at the same time, like the way a well-tuned muscle car may sound. His face got paler, and he speed-off deeper into the pyramid.

Wow…did you see how fast that guy ran?

Something you want to tell me?

I told you yesterday…or was it two days ago…

It was two. Anything you may have forgotten to mention?

No.

You're lying.

What happened next really shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. There was a flash of light, and then there was a person standing in front of me.

The person was a guy, maybe 17 or 18. He was about 6'7, with a chin-length jet black messy hair, and cerulean eyes. He was well muscled and looked familiar. What surprised me was the fact he had blue and green scaled skin, and a sharp toothed smile. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, black jeans, and black-and-white checkered Vans original sneakers.

"Hey kiddo, you wanted to talk?" He said in the voice I had heard, and used, earlier.

"You know what's going on, Naxis, and you're going to tell me." I muttered, glaring at him. Naxis sighed, and sat on a large rock, patting the spot next to him, beckoning me to join him. I went to sit next to him.

"Alright, you caught me. The thing is, you aren't really supposed to know." He sounded like he was trying to choose his words carefully.

"Not supposed to know what?" I asked. He stood up and stared pacing.

"Anything! You aren't supposed to know you're Blood of Ancients, you're not supposed to know you're an angel, and you're really not supposed to read minds!" He half yelled, pacing feverishly around.

"Then why did you tell me?" I asked quietly.

"I'm you're protector kid, I felt like you had a right to know."

"Why is it such a bad thing that I know?"

"It's not so much a bad thing that you know; it's a bad thing you know so young."

"Huh?"

"You like Avatar, right kid? The Avatar is only supposed to be told he's the Avatar when he's 16. Sixteen is, like, the universal year for telling people stuff."

"Then why now?"

"Weird shit was happing, you had a right. Besides, you did find the power on your own; most people have to be given it."

"You've been avoiding the main question; what freaked that dude out so much?"

"We're two sides of a general coin. When you fight, your soul links with mine, we fight as one, and it changes some things about your general appearance."

"Like?"

"You're pupils slant, like mine."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Sorry you have to find out little by little, but I have to be careful of what I say, or you might get a new power."

"There's more?"

"Hells yeah. There's Shadowing, Combat Embodiment, and even Super Speed. My favorite is Shadowing though."

"What happened to watching what you say?" He smiled and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this stuff, your Pa is," I scoffed "I know, you and your Pa aren't exactly the best of friends, but he left to protect you. I know that sounds like an excuse, but it's true. He's very powerful and well inversed in this stuff, which makes him dangerous. Well, dangerous to be around anyway."

"If he's dangerous then I'm glad he left."

"It's not how you think it is, BOA are hunted by people who think it's unnatural and wrong to have this power. Look, Kiddo, I'd love to explain more, but I can only manifest in human form for so long, my time is up, we'll talk soon, I promise." He backed away and there was another flash of light, and then he was gone. I sighed, at least I was learning.

I looked around, the way to get deeper in the pyramid was dark, and quite frankly, terrifying, but I had to go after the guy. I sighed at how little work I had gotten done. I looked at the entrance, contemplating going to see if Rosie was awake yet.

I was still thinking it over when I felt a pull inside me, it wasn't something I was familiar with, and after fighting it a while, I gave in. The pull got stronger, until it felt like I was pulled from my body. I looked back to find that I was pulled from my body. I looked down at my hands and arms; they were as black as the night sky. I tried to walk forward only to find I was floating. I felt my only look for annoyance set in.

"You know what, I'm not even surprised anymore, this has become the norm for me." I muttered aloud. I walked (floated?) out the pyramid into the day light. I felt the same pull, and went with it; it pulled me into the shadow of a tree. Naxis did mention something called Shadowing, this must be it. I focused on the shadow of the Chief's tent, and felt it pull me. I moved with the shadows, finding my way inside his tent, he was in a conversation with a villager.

"I know, just explain things to her, The Fighter Boy is helping us, she'll go when he's done, digadig." The Chief told the villager. Apparently the whole creepy, pausey thingy is just and act.

"But she wants to see him, should I send her to him, digadig?" The villager asked.

"No, I mean no disrespect to her, or the boy, but she would mess things up, digadig."

"What should I tell her, digadig?"

"Tell her that he's solving it, he should be done soon, digadig. He seems more than capable of doing this, digadig." The Chief said. The villager nodded than walked off, I jumped to his shadow and followed him to a large tent not far from the Chief's tent. There was no one else inside the tent, only Rosie sitting on a bed, looking bored. The villager walked up to her, and she looked hopeful. I made a quick jump to another shadow.

"You're friend is solving it, he should be done very soon, you must wait here, digadig." The villager said plainly, not wanting an argument, he did the smart thing and walked out before Rosie could respond. Rosie didn't get mad, or yell to him, she just sighed and sat cross-legged on the bed, grabbing a book. I looked at the title, only to find it was Fire by Kristen Cashore. She grabbed and iPod King out of her skirt pocket (A:/N Yeah, hey, hi…do skirts have pockets?) she popped the earbuds in her ears. I would've expected her earbuds to be pink, but they were black.

Do I even have a playlist for being annoyed? No? Well, Owl City will calm me down.

Fire and Owl City? We have at least two things in common.

I slipped out of shadow form, appearing right next to the bed she was sitting on. Her eyes widened and she gave out a half gasp, half yelp kind of noise. I raised an eyebrow, and smirked like a demon.

"I have a question for you. That day, at the stadium, when I was getting your medals back, you asked about my eyes? Why?"

"It was nothing."

"Rosie."

"You pupils like, slanted, I guess."

"Huh, ok."

"What do you mean 'ok'?"

"It happens."

That's just plain weird…and creepy.

"I know it's weird" I said, running a hand through my spiked hair, sighing, and sitting oh the edge of the bed.

"How do you do that?"

"No idea. We just think alike I guess."

"So can, like, read my mind?"

"Yes I can, Ms. Richmond. And, you, my friend, have some very dirty thoughts." I said, giving her a sly smile, and a flirty wink. The deep blush that made its way across her face turned my sly smile into a grin.

"So, everyone does…sometimes."

"You're not even going to try to deny it, I was only kidding, I can't read your mind."

"Oh…uhh…" I chuckled at her. Guys do like it when girls mess up, we think it's adorable.

"You haven't noticed our similar interests? Sometimes interests mold to thoughts, which would make our alike."

"I haven't noticed."

"Right, you're to busy staring at my rippling muscles of epicness."

"Am not!"

"Sure you aren't."

"Why are you even here, and not saving that day?"

"I was worried."

"About me?" I sensed something about her voice…something evil…

"No, about the Pope, yes about you."

"Why would you worry about the Pope? He works for the Templars."

"When we have a free minute, we are making a list of things that we have in common."(1) She nodded and gave me one of those gloaty hums. I grinned; she was humming because she got me to say that I was worried about her. I didn't much care that she knew I was worried.

"Well, I have to go be Super Jay, and, you know, save the day." I muttered standing up.

"Later Captain Fossil." She said, saluting to me. I rolled my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to channel the shadows back to me. I found myself re-melded with the shadows within seconds.

I swooped out of the tent, and back to the pyramid.