Weaver of Shadows
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“Yeah, me too, it’s truly a unique experience!” He pulled her a little closer to him.
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“With a spoon?” he asked jovially.
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“No, it isn’t bad at all.” Daniel set the soup on his lap and gently wrapped an arm around Rex. He continued to eat.
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Daniel reluctantly moved his head off of Rex’s and grabbed his bowl of soup.
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“I love you too,” he whispered back, laying his head on hers.
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“I guess so.” He squeezed her hand gently.
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“I hope it does too.” He smiled back at her.
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“Yeah…I don’t think he wants to either. If he did, he wouldn’t hate me so much. And I agree, I think you can be very frightening when you want to be, I’m glad you haven’t tried to scare me away.” He smiled weakly at her, then shivered as he saw the depictions on the walls.
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“That’s definitely not good,” Aaron said to Jane, looking around for the source of the rumblings. @Lotus Blossom
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“I couldn’t think of anything else.”
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“I think you’re good at helping people. You’ve helped me a ton already. And I think you’re right about balance. Sometimes…sometimes there has to be death for there to be life. I wish Roy could understand that.” He sat in a chair opposite of her.
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“I’m glad you don’t get angry often, being angry isn’t a fun feeling. I’m sorry that I made you angry today, if indirectly.” He bowed his head, wanting to think of anything but the recent events.
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“I will. I don’t…I don’t even know why he did it.” Edgar fought to keep back tears. “I…I didn’t know you could influence shadows with your magic.”
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“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. He twinged in pain as she worked, but knew it was for the best.
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Edgar tried frantically to collect himself. He stood, shaking, watching Jenny and Roy.
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Edgar just shrank away. His Gift rolled away from him and to Jenny, becoming what she needed.
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He shook his head, his entire body shaking. Eventually, he spoke a single word. “Roy.”
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“We did succeed. We stopped the cyclopses. He stepped out of his now-slack bonds, and ran. He burst into tears as he followed the path to the one person he could trust. He looked up at the black cabin, and began shaking as he saw the hounds. He knocked as loud as he could on the door. @Lunamor
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“We knew we would succeed.”
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“They knew how to get past the barriers.” He wiggled a foot.
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“I didn’t hide it! I assumed she’d told you!” His Gift began cutting at the plants surrounding him. “And no I didn’t!”
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“Don’t you even know what her quest was? She was protecting the camp from a group of cyclopses. And she succeeded.” “You’ve been attacking me!”
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“I’ve only been protecting myself.”
