Shadow Heir
The lanterns above flickered, and shadows began to stretch across the floor—shadows that did not match his form.
From them, figures began to rise. Not solid, but not entirely insubstantial either—smoky shapes with hints of eyes, mouths, weapons glinting faintly in the dark. One by one, they closed in.
The first lunged, a blade of shadow sweeping toward him. Instinct moved him before thought could—he stepped aside, twisting as the edge grazed his cloak. His hand went to his belt, finding the short blade Arwyn had insisted he carry.
The second came faster, its form shifting as it struck. Eolan ducked low, driving the point of his blade upward. The shadow dissolved into black mist, but the othe