Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Shadows in the Dark
Ethan's Perspective
"Kael!" I screamed, backing away as the figure crept closer. The chill in the air seeped into my skin, making it hard to breathe. My heart raced, pounding so loudly I was sure it would drown out any sound of help coming my way.
The shadow stopped just short of me, its shape flickering and twisting as though it couldn't quite decide what it was supposed to be. It tilted its head, almost curiously, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flash of silver hair.
"Alden?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. But there was no response, only the faint crackle of energy in the air.
I braced myself for whatever was about to happen—a blast of magic, a lunging attack, something—but instead, the shadow retreated, slipping through the doorway and vanishing into the dark hall.
The silence that followed was almost worse than the encounter itself.
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Kael appeared moments later, his coat trailing behind him as he burst into the room. His eyes darted around, taking in the overturned chair, the scattered books, and me, still frozen in the corner.
"What happened?" he demanded, his voice sharp.
"There was... something," I stammered, struggling to find the words. "A shadow. It—it looked like Alden, I think. But it didn't do anything. It just left."
Kael's jaw tightened, his magic swirling faintly around him as he crossed the room. "Did it touch you?"
"No," I said quickly, though the lingering chill made it feel like it had. "But it was close. Too close."
Kael crouched in front of me, his expression softer now. "Are you hurt?"
I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Just... freaked out."
He stood, his gaze flicking toward the hallway. "Stay here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me."
"Wait," I said, grabbing his arm before he could leave. "What if it comes back? What if it—"
"It won't," Kael said, his tone firm but reassuring. "I won't let it."
There was something in his voice—an edge of determination that made me believe him, even if I wasn't sure why.
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Kael's Perspective
The shadow was growing bolder.
Its presence had been a whisper before, a faint ripple in the fabric of the castle's magic. Now it was a storm, tearing through the wards with a precision that suggested intent. Purpose.
I found Alden in the main hall, his posture rigid as he directed a group of magical wards to reinforce the castle's defenses. He looked up as I approached, his expression calm but strained.
"My lord," he said, bowing slightly. "The wards are holding, but the shadow's attacks are becoming more frequent."
I studied him carefully, searching for any sign of guilt, but his gaze was steady, his movements deliberate. If he was involved, he was hiding it well.
"Ethan was attacked," I said, watching for his reaction.
Alden's brow furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Was he harmed?"
"No," I said, though the memory of Ethan's fear still lingered in my mind. "But the shadow was in his room. It's targeting him."
Alden hesitated, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "He is an anomaly in this world, my lord. His presence may be attracting the shadow."
"Or," I said, stepping closer, "someone is guiding it."
Alden met my gaze, his expression unreadable. "You suspect me."
I didn't answer. The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged.
"I have served you faithfully for years," Alden said finally, his voice low. "Everything I do is for your protection. If you believe I would betray that—"
"I don't know what to believe," I said, cutting him off. "But if I find that you've endangered Ethan, you'll answer for it."
Alden inclined his head, his face a mask of calm. "Understood."
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Ethan's Perspective
I didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shadow—its flickering form, its too-human movements, the faint glint of silver that made my stomach churn.
By morning, I was a mess. My hair was sticking up in every direction, my eyes felt gritty, and my nerves were shot. I wasn't sure what was worse: the thought of another attack or the silence that had followed the last one.
Kael found me in the library, hunched over a book I wasn't actually reading. He sat across from me, his movements careful, almost hesitant.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Peachy," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just another day in the magical murder castle."
Kael's lips twitched, but his expression quickly sobered. "The shadow is growing stronger. I'm working on a way to stop it."
"Great," I said, slamming the book shut. "Meanwhile, I'm just sitting here waiting to be its next snack."
"You're safe," Kael said firmly. "I won't let it harm you."
The intensity in his voice made my chest tighten. "Why?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. "Why do you care?"
Kael looked at me, his purple eyes softening in a way that made my breath catch. "Because I do."
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Kael's Perspective
I hadn't meant to say it. The words slipped out before I could stop them, exposing a vulnerability I'd kept buried for years. Ethan's gaze locked onto mine, his green eyes wide with surprise, but he didn't look away.
For a moment, the air between us felt electric, charged with something neither of us could name.
Then Ethan laughed—a soft, nervous sound that broke the tension. "Well, that's not ominous at all."
I stood abruptly, the spell broken. "Stay in the library. I need to work."
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Ethan's Perspective
Kael was a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a very attractive, very infuriating enigma. Every time I thought I was starting to understand him, he threw me for a loop.
I spent the rest of the day wandering the castle, trying to piece together the puzzle of the shadow and why it seemed so intent on me. My search eventually led me to the main hall, where Alden was overseeing another round of warding spells.
"Hey," I said, approaching cautiously. "Can I ask you something?"
Alden didn't look at me, his focus on the glowing runes in front of him. "What is it, Mr. Wright?"
"The shadow," I said, hesitating. "Why does it look like you?"
His hands stilled, just for a moment, before he continued his work. "It doesn't."
"I saw it," I said, stepping closer. "It has your face. Your hair."
"That is impossible," Alden said, his voice tight. "The shadow is a manifestation of corrupted magic. It cannot take human form."
"Then what is it?" I pressed. "And why is it after me?"
Alden straightened, turning to face me. His expression was cold, but there was something else beneath it—something I couldn't quite place. "Perhaps you should ask Lord Kael."
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That night, I couldn't shake the feeling that Alden was hiding something. The way he'd avoided my questions, the tension in his voice—it all pointed to something bigger than he was letting on.
I found Kael in his study, surrounded by books and scrolls. He looked up as I entered, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" he asked.
"Shouldn't you be answering my questions?" I shot back.
Kael sighed, leaning back in his chair. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," I said, throwing up my hands. "The shadow, Alden, why I'm even here in the first place. I'm tired of being in the dark."
Kael studied me for a long moment before standing and crossing the room to stand in front of me. "The shadow is a threat to both of us," he said. "But it isn't Alden."
"How do you know?" I asked, my voice rising. "You said yourself that someone could be guiding it. What if it's him?"
Kael's gaze hardened. "Alden has been loyal to me for decades. I trust him."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't," I said, my frustration boiling over. "Because right now, it feels like I'm the only one trying to figure this out."
Kael's magic flared briefly, the air around him crackling with energy. "You're not the only one."
The silence that followed was deafening, and I suddenly felt very small. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I didn't mean—"
"You're scared," Kael said, his voice softening. "I understand that. But I need you to trust me."
I nodded, though the knot in my chest didn't loosen. "Okay."
Kael's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. Now go to bed."