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Chapter One: The Shadows
Even at the end of my story, in the face of all other experiences, these last moments of my human life stuck out boldly as the darkest time in my whole life. Not that my whole life hadn't been dark, no it had been darker than anything that you might call dark.
So dark, well... In anycase we are drifting away from the point here. The jist of it is I had been born approximately in the year 348 ARD, meaning the 348th year After the Rise of Darkrai meaning that the whole of my life had been spent in the eternal, never-ending darkness of the Great War.
12 years of darkness.
12 years of fear.
12 years of fear only to have them come true.
I had grown up in the village of Merdaraei (MIR-der-EE) which was hidden high up in the mountains, well hidden from Shadows, at least it had been until about two hours before my human death when our watch posts spotted the two armies of Cresselia and
Darkrai coming from the North and the south and us bang-slap in the middle.
Ten minutes later Darkrai's scout patrols appeared and the village ended.
But you do not quite know what shadows are, do you? Shadows are dark spirits taken from the world of the dead by Darkrai and turned into warriors. But apart from the sixteen elementals, special shadows embued with power from on of great plates shadows aren't very effective due to their lack of physical form, so they steal the bodies of living creatures and, except for a few exceptions, usually concerning legendaries, destroys the soul.
And even if by some miracle your soul survives all it means is that you get to see the dark deeds that you commit.
That was how Merdaraei ended. The few survivors, including me and my parents, fled the village, though, due to the lack of suitable roads, and the further lack of those still unknown to the shadows, you were lucky to get further than a few hundred meters.
My dad however knew of one of the hidden pathways and, after a lot of "Sweetie don't worry, everything will be okay" and "Son, I promise you we will get to safety," we followed the path away from our lost home.
We didn't get far, another thing about victims of shadows is that when a shadow possesses you they can scan your memories and unfortunately Kyle Jameson, an old friend of my dads knew about the pathway.
We didn't stand a chance. Not even two hours after escaping, they had us in their grasp. Kyle Jameson stood in front of us. If it hadn't been for the Purple irises and the red pupil in his eyes you might not even be able to tell that he had been taken over. He even spoke almost exactly the same way, although, there was a dark coldness that hadn't been there before, "Welcome into the army."
A shadow came in front of me and it all went black.
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