I know that this one isn't as long as my others but theres a lot of imforfation in this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Five.
A week after she went missing they still had hope. Undieble hope that Roxanne was still alive, that what the note they were giving was a lie, to make them believe that there was no hope. Kitty, Roxanne's mother, would not believe that her child was dead, she couldn't let herself believe it for a moment or else she would break down become nothing but sorrow and despair that her youngest daughter was dead. In the Grate Room her husband had gathered all of the others to get a plan together, he also wanted his daughter back. And if were possible he would kill that basted that took his daughter from him. And then he would kill Thorne for just taking what was offered to him. Even her brothers and sisters thoughts were a long the same lines, they wanted revenge for their sister, and she would have it, each of them vowed. Roxanne was too young to have died that way. Right now they were biting their time.
He was going to die, a very long and painful death for killing their sister.
Every one of her friends and family were thinking along the same line, except Jordan. Jordan was thinking, even if she wasn't dead, he would ever touch her again, because now she was tinted. No one in their right minds would want Roxanne as a mother for their children, and if they did, he felt sorry for that person. The agreement between him and her was off, gone, and he would ever see her again. Alive or dead. That was finale. Having had enough of the planning and arguing, Jordan, calmingly, turned on his heel and started walking out.
In the back of the room, close to the door Jordan saw a lone figure, watching from the shadows. He couldn't make out anything of the person other than the height of them. From head, to feet they were covered with a black cloak. He couldn't see their face for it was covered with the hood and hidden behind the shadows that the lights in the room made and Cloaks' hoods shadows. the face was covered in complete darkness. Before he wanted to, he looked away, opened the door and walked out.
Cassandra watched Jordan walk out of the Grate Room. As she was expecting him to do, for the last fifty years.
Glade that her cloak had, once again given her coverage from curious eyes, she turned to attention to the arguments and shouts in the room. Jordan would never know, but her looked at her straight in the eyes. The first time in over thirty years. For all of the powers she had she could never see her own future. It was impossible. But after so long of a life she was fine with it. She didn't want to know her own future, she'd rather be doing what she was doing now. Watching in the shadows and never making contact with anyone, ever. In the whole world only a few know she is the true Shadow Walker. The select few the knew of her never knew how to find her, she found them, if and when the time was right.
She hides, not only from the Human population but also from the Night races too. Over a thousand years she walked with, not only the Night populations but also the Humans. She walks with them, but only in the shadows. She's an observer. And if she wanted she could destroy the world in a mere second, and still be alive.
She was, with a doubt, the most powerful creature to ever live. But she also the most lonely.
In no history books, Human or otherwise had any record she was alive. That she had once been. Or that she is. That's the way she likes it.
She'd seen this, this argument, this time before. She knows how everything will turn out. Cassandra calls this, The begging of The End for everything has just begun. some would say it begun over a thousand years ago but Cassandra knew better, then it was just child's play. Now it was here, the huge War that everyone thought they were living in.
Roxanne and Thorne were just the begging.
She saw it, all of it. Everything to do with changing point in the War, she saw the love that would build between Thorne and Roxanne. She saw that the little girl, Roxanne will change the out look on not only on the War but the way Blood Drinkers and every other races' Laws. Roxanne was the most important thing that had ever happened to the Shadow World. in the future, her name would be writen in the history books as a legend.
Oh, everyone isn't even close to the surprises that was coming, Cassandra thought to herself.
Knowing what was going to come from the meeting, Cassandra silently, without even moving the air around her, turned to walk out of the room. some would have said, if they knew what she was, that she was spying, but she wasn't. In old age she got lonily and she loved to watch. Watching also gave her a sence that she was a part of some thing, even if no one else knew of her exsisteces, she knew of everyone elses.