Shadow X Sally Romane & Geschichten

It was as if the shadows themselves had coalesced into a tangible form, a presence that seemed to be watching me with cold, calculating eyes. He stepped out of the dark, the one I was warned about — the evil side of me, Alastor Aeron. “Hi twin sister.”

Carl was proud for a moment until he realized that Wade was being sarcastic. Wade continued, “That woman has a lot of secrets. It’ll only alarm her if we talk to her again. We’ll have to shadow her.”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Willow was seated next to the client, Cameron Shuttle, and her boss motioned for her to give a toast. “Here’s to you, Mr. Shuttle.” Willow downed the shot, the strong liquor searing her throat. “I’ll drink to that.” She had observed countless instances of subordinates ingratiating themselves with their superiors while with Roy, so she was more than capable of playing the part. However, she did not expect memories of Roy to surface now. With a returned toast from Cameron, the mood lightened. Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together.

[Addison] Sally didn't want to show me the way, but once I gave my command, backed by Ms. Olivia Grant, who stomped her feet and gave her best glare, she didn't have a choice. "This is a terrible idea," Sally rolled her shoulders right before grabbing a rifle from the rack and slinging it over her shoulders. "I'd rather wait for Charley or Mr. Grant, but you're right," she relents, pressing her hand against the wall. "If we don't leave soon, we'll be trapped."

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

“She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.” Ryker didn’t move, barely breathed. Trixie lifted her eyes. “But she said, ‘You are not a shadow. You are not my ghost. You are my dawn. My blood. The fire they’ll never tame.’” Her lips trembled. “And then she kissed my forehead. She bled on my ribbon. And she whispered, ‘Wait for the light. Be the light, if it never comes.’” Tears slid down her cheeks. “And then she was gone.”

Men sat in booths with their cigars and their secrets, watching us like they owned the place. And in the back, I saw her. Not like the others. She wasn’t drinking, wasn’t leaning back with her arm stretched across the booth. She was stiff, controlled, almost… out of place. A silk scarf wrapped around her head, sunglasses hiding half her face. Sunglasses in the dark. Weird. I didn’t have time to think about it. The spotlight found me, the beat dropped, and I started my routine. Arch, spin, slide. Smile. Pretend—but suddenly my hand slipped. My foot missed the grip, and I wobbled hard. For a second, I thought I might catch myself but gravity had other plans.

She wouldn't be doing this if she weren't desperate. 'She hasn't slept well, but what about me?' I thought. That night, after a round of schmoozing, I was walking past the karaoke bar's back alley when I saw a bunch of lowlifes cornering Sarah against a wall. They were hurling abuse and trying to rip her clothes off. I could not just watch. I stepped in and took those goons down. Sarah was a wreck, her eyes wide with fear and shock. That scene haunted my dreams for days, leaving me feeling choked up inside.