Talons Of Flame: Dawn Of Shadows

WARNING! DISMEMBERMENT, BLOOD, DEATH! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Wow. It took SO LONG to write all this.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  This book is for Audra Woods, who encouraged 
  me to write it, and for my family, thank you for always believing in me!
Lightwings
Description; base of wings are made out of 3 strips of blinding white light; scales look like they’re made 
out of pure gold; eyerises are sky blue, with splashes of white and their pupils yellow, as though their eyes are made out of the sunny sky.
Abilities; can control the time of day, see in the dark, resist extremely bright lights, turn as bright as the sun, and breathe fire.
Queen; Queen Sunny
Stormwings
Description; scales are black and grey, usually with streaks of white running across, can blend into stormy skies.
Abilities; can breathe lightning, turn even the clearest day into a vicious storm.
Queen; Queen Radiation
Bloodwings
Description; scales as red as the blood of a dragon, eyes are blue, aren’t as vicious as they sound.
Abilities; can breathe burning acid, make very skilled assassins.
Queen; Queen Murder
The Cantalan Prophecy
Everyone must hide, everyone must go
into the kingdom of shadow.
Darkness, no light can enter,
an endless void of dark,
that only the very bravest of dragons,
would dare to embark.
Everyone must hide, everyone must run,
instead to the kingdom of the sun overrun by darkness.
Into the kingdom of darkness,
someone must bring the light,
into the kingdom of shadow,
to bring the stormwings delight. 
EPILOGUE
Over 3,000 years ago…
It was morning…or was it? It was impossible to tell anymore ever since the Stormwings had taken  over the kingdom of the sun. Now it was in permanent shadow, with everlasting rain pouring down. This will all be over soon, Sunshine reminded  herself. When our glorious queen Sunny has finally ended the war against Queen Radiation, the land will  be bathed in the sun’s intense rays once again! She thought with triumph. All of Cantala depended on the Lightwings for the sunshine, so during the war, the Lightwings were failing the other 2 tribes on the mainland. That’s the worst part of the war, she thought. Now everyone hates us. Why wouldn’t they? We haven’t been giving them light. But they know why the war is happening. So why are they mad at us? The Bloodwings encouraged the war. I don’t understand! But of course I don’t. I’m too young to understand. She frowned as she thought this, because it was what she’d been told her entire life. I’m such an idiot! Why am I agreeing with the moon snouts who raised me!? I know they’re my parents, but they’re stupid. Every time they told me that, I would just say, “Go shove the sun up your nose!” and they didn’t even care! Hmmph! She was always told she was adorable. But I’m not! Why, why, why, couldn’t I have been a bloodwing? If only my egg were blood red, not white! She had lots of dreams about this. Once she painted herself red and had the nickname Blood Moon for a while. Surprisingly, it was a month before anyone caught on, even though her light strips from her wings clearly stood out. This was around the time the paint started chipping off. They were probably making me feel good! No wonder they didn’t kick me out for intrusion! The queen probably just thought I was doing another Sunshine thing. The most aggravating thing about the queen was that she was Sunshine’s cousin. As if that gives her the right to boss me around! So she was the first heir to the throne. When-I mean, IF she has an egg or two, I’ll be bumped down to last. IF she survives to even get married. Hopefully not! Sunshine considered herself a master of stealth, so to actually test her skills, she was going to assassinate her cousin, and become the queen in the process. She strutted away from the window and her daydreams, into the weapon room. 
Chapter 1 
3,000 years later…
Everyone knew Reaper, the village troublemaker. Because who wouldn’t? He put graffiti on every house, splashing barrels of paint on each one. Three years ago, he got to the impossible-to-reach sky island and planted a massive tree up there. It was a weeping willow, his favorite, so everyone knew it was him. When they pinned it on him, he tried to deny it, but he knew he was cooked. So he used his cleverness to slip out of the situation by saying, “What’s wrong with that?! It’s just a tree! I know they’re considered vile around here, but it’s all the way up there!” His mother, Queen Murder, said, “He has a point. You babies are crying over something so pointless! What is wrong with you!? Come on, Reaper, let's go home.” Reaper’s wings at command snapped open, and started flapping. It was really quiet the whole flight home. “Mother, are you-nevermind.” He finished hurriedly when his mother shot him a look. When they finally arrived at the Palace of Blood, his mother exploded. “Why would you do that!?” “To see the looks on their faces.” Reaper replied smugly. “*Sigh* REAPER I thought we were over this-this-this phase.” “Or were we?” Reaper asked with a grin on his face. His mother let out another enormous sigh.
“Come ON, mom. It’s JUST A TREE, of all things. You JUST defended me for this, and now you’re scolding me? That doesn’t add up.” Another huge sigh. “Come on, what’s going on?” 
“It’s you, Reaper. I thought we were over this.” “Well, we’re not.” He spat. 
“We may never be.” At that, he stomped back into the palace. His mother scowled in his direction, as if hoping he would melt right there on the spot. He didn’t. “You don’t talk to your mother like that!” she hollered. “Yes, I do!” He faintly called back to her. When he reached his wing of the palace his father, Vessel, was waiting for him in the kitchen. 
“I see you finally showed some interest in helping nature.” He remarked when Reaper came in. 
“Apparently, I wasn’t. Didn’t you see what I planted?” 
“Yes, I did. A weeping willow. Really.” “What!? It’s my favorite.” 
“I know. Doesn’t mean you plant it on that island. They’re toxic to the air.” 
“I know. Wait, then why did you say I was helping nature? Wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess-Sarcasm.” 
“Bingo.” His father had a big habit of using sarcasm. “You really need to lay off your obsession of those trees. They kill everything, even each other. That just proves how destructive they are,” Vessel continued. “It feels like you’re only home anymore to torture me.” Said Reaper. Vessel chuckles. “That would be partly true.” Reaper says, “You mean mostly true. I wish-” he was cut off from an explosion outside. The two Bloodwings darted to the door and were horrified by what they saw. Everything was on fire. The tree on the island was  also in flames. Reaper glid down to a suspiciously shaped structure and his heart sank down to his  talons. It was a pod from the weeping willow. He fell  down onto his knees and began to cry. How could I let this happen? This is all my fault. When he was finished, he looked up again and felt a sharp pain coming from his leg, which felt very hot. He looked down, saw it was on fire, and panicked. He jumped up with a start and started whacking his leg against the ground. The flame had already burned away his entire foot, a painful process. When the flame reached his knee, though, it stopped. Vessel dashed inside to get some bandages, and wrapped up what was left of Reaper’s leg. When they turned around, though, their home was just a pile of ashes.
Chapter 2
3 years later…
It took years to rebuild the town, and when it was completed, Reaper’s heart panged with guilt. He didn’t want it to come to this, but he felt he should leave. It was for the best of the town. If he could cause this, who knew what could possibly be next to be destroyed, thanks to him. The following night, he packed all his belongings, along with several other things into a pouch and set off, into the inky, black, starless night. The moon was out, or was it? It hovered above the light kingdom, which had been covered in shadow for 3,003 years and still was. If only Sunshine had become queen that night…she would have stopped the stormwings. She wouldn’t have made Sunny’s errors, dividing the kingdom between the two of them. That sounded good, but the stormwings then had more territory. The master assassin, Thunder, had snuck into the queen’s territory and slid a razor-sharp disc along her throat, with blood gurgling from the wound. She fell to the floor, and Queen Radiation became a double ruler, leading both the lightwings and the stormwings, leading them into war. There was a massacre, and all of the lightwings but 6 died. The lightwings that were left got kicked out of their own kingdom, now overrun by shadow, and were forced to live in the network of caves below the surface of Cantala, waiting for the so-called “Keeper of the Light” from the prophecy to save them. It hadn’t happened yet, though, and their current situation wasn’t very good for them. Lightwings needed the sun to stay healthy, and they had suntime three times a day to stay  shining bright. Currently, even the newly hatched were withered and pale, never having seen the sun. They would be blinded when they did see it, and would never enjoy it, having grown up in the cold,  dark interior of a cave. Not like Reaper cared, because that was their problem, not his. But…the bloodwings had formed an alliance with the stormwings the day Queen Sunny was to be killed by Thunder. The bloodwings were his tribe, after all. This made him feel a bit guilty, even though he himself wasn’t involved. But he was getting distracted. He wasn’t focused on the task at hand, so he reset his mind, and dove past the storm kingdom. 
Chapter 3
2 weeks later…
Reaper had no idea where he was. This place didn’t look familiar. It was too…tropical. This couldn’t be Cantala. It was. He’d been asleep for 2 weeks, washed ashore to the secret beach on the continent. Of course, he’d never been out of the kingdom, so it was secret…at least, to him. He looked around at his surroundings, and was shocked to see a furry, wingless dragon standing behind him. Reaper instantly jumped to his feet, unaware of who this oddity was. The dragon’s fur was orange, but it had black lines randomly zigzagging across it. No…the lines weren’t random. They formed an organized pattern. That was good. Reaper liked organization. The orange and black dragon was getting closer, making Reaper uncomfortable. 
“Hello! My name’s Tiger!” said the odd dragon. Reaper asked, “Wha-what tribe are you?” Tiger replied, “But I’m a catwing of course! One of the many lost tribes.” then frowned. “Do I know your tribe?” Reaper answered, “Of course you do! I’m a flippin’ BLOODWING!” Tiger looked as puzzled as before, asking “What are you talking about?” “You seriously have no idea what a bloodwing is, do you?” asked Reaper. “Does it seem like I do? NO!” Tiger replied. 
“Well, if you don’t know what a bloodwing is, you obviously can’t help me, so just go live your life like a- “normal” -dragon, okay?” 
“But I want to help you…” “Well, you can’t because you don’t know where the blood kingdom is, presumably.” 
“But I do!” “How can you know where I live but not know what I AM!?” 
“I looked at…a map.” Tiger said finally. Reaper grew even more uneasy at Tiger’s hesitancy. “What’s wrong?” Reaper asked. 
“I just…feel upset.” Then, as if seeing Reaper for the very first time, his eyes grew huge, then someone yelled, “A BLOODWING! ON MY BEACH! BEGONE, YOU VILE CREATURE! BEGONE!” A yellow dragon of the same tribe with black spots on his fur came out of a thicket of bushes just after Tiger yelled to Reaper, “Quick, hide!” Reaper dove behind a cluster of trees just as the other one came out. 
“Tiger, what is this nonsense? Where is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Leopard.”
“That’s GENERAL Leopard to you, Tiger.” Reaper thought, Oh. THAT’S what his eyes grew big as saucers over.  
“Hmph. Well, it’s time to go back. We’re having a  meeting and you’re 15 minutes late!” 
“Really, sir? You never told me this.” 
“I never tell you anything.” 
“So you admit it!” 
“Um. No.” 
“Whatever. Let’s go!” 
“Hmph.” 
When Leopard was gone, Tiger ducked back and signaled for Reaper to follow him. “Let’s go!” He whispered. Reaper scrambled up a tree, hoping the commotion did not draw the attention of the rest of the catwing village. He stalked the pair of catwings in the village, which turned out to be easier than he expected. It was quite obvious where they were heading, their path seemed to be to the biggest  building in the village, which was in the shape of a cat’s body. Also, there were hammocks spread throughout the trees, so he didn’t have to balance on the slim branches of the palm trees very often. He hadn’t come across any with a dragon inside yet, and he didn’t necessarily want to. Every time he reached a hammock with a visible bump in it, he prayed it wasn’t a relaxing or sleeping dragon. Every time, it turned out to be some random dragon’s stuff instead. Whenever he reached a hammock with a  coin purse, he pocketed it, so it was a good thing his  pouches hadn’t gotten swept away with the tide when he was washed ashore. They never had much gold, so he assumed those dragons wouldn’t miss a few cents worth of money. When they finally reached the giant cat, Reaper finally realized it wasn’t a building at all, it was a statue. The real destination was another mile away, which was…a colosseum. Are they going to watch, or participate in a battle? Reaper wondered. Below, he overheard an eerie “conversation” about the colossal cat. One of the catwings, Nekko, an over-enthusiastic dragonet, was telling a TURTLE, of all things, about a story she heard from her grandmother about the statue. Apparently, the cat was a guardian, placed right in the heart of the village (Reaper had no idea where he was until now. All the corners of the village looked the same.) to ward off evil spirits and block intruders from entering the colosseum. Reaper was hoping this wasn’t true. But Nekko wasn’t finished. After that, she said that when it spotted an intruder, Its eyes lit up the color of the intruder’s scales and shot a white-hot laser at them. Okay, now Reaper was PRAYING this wasn’t true. He was a little shaken up, and hesitated when it was time to pass the statue. Then, he said to himself, It’s just a story to get kids to behave. It’s not really true. But still, he tried to stay out of the statue’s line of sight when he passed by it. When it saw him though, its eyes lit up the color of his scales, and he panicked. It didn’t shoot a laser, though. He hoped no one else was seeing this, so that they wouldn’t know who he was. Its eyes turned back to stone, though, when he reached a different hammock. He voyaged through the sea of trees, reaching the colosseum 15 minutes later. When he reached it, he climbed onto the rim of the ring of the colosseum to see what was going on. He gasped at what he saw when he entered. Guess there IS battle training here after all. 
Chapter 4
Reaper didn’t know what to expect. This place is full of surprises! Inside, thousands of catwings were practicing archery, swordsmanship, and just basic teamwork. And during this time, he found out that Tiger had JADEFIRE, the rarest flame around. Your egg had to be animus-touched to have it. Reaper had Auquaflame, though, which was the second rarest, earned only by the champions of the sea. Reaper got it because he’d stayed underwater far too long, emerging to the shore again with the gift. His mother was delighted, for he had been blessed by the merwings, a now long forgotten tribe. He had no idea where they had gone, though he decided they must have gone extinct. The starwings, though, were definitely real, weaving the cosmos together like a seamstress at a loom, working day and night, slaves of the stars. They sometimes fell down to the Earth when their work was completed, aiming for the caves to carve stories of their past work into the walls of rock. They sometimes used the paint they created to color in their wall art. They sometimes even created statues from the fallen debris, mostly of the stars they had once shaped. Those stars they carved were painted with a bright, glowing, paint, more blinding than the sun. The bright lights were rare, so the lightwings that had been kicked out of their kingdom were lucky to have any light at all. In the spare time Tiger and Reaper had together, Tiger taught him some basic polearm menuevers, which Reaper thought were useless, he only needed his quick wit and claws to make a kill! Ridiculous! Has he lost his mind? After training was over, Tiger gave him a beginner’s polearm, wishing him luck with it.
“You’re not coming with me?” Reaper sadly asked.
“Hmm…well, I guess I’ll go! But I can’t just drop out of training…I know! Let’s tell him I’m going on an important mission (which I am, so it wouldn’t be lying)!”
“That sounds perfect!”
“CAPTAIN! I need to go visit the lightwings and bring them more proportions!” 
“You may go! Pick up the materials from Livvie, the leopard catwing.”
“Sir, yes sir!”, Tiger said, saluting a little too eagerly; he slapped himself and fell backwards. When he fell, he just popped back up like a jack-in-the-box, laughing!
“Whoops!”
Reaper just rolled his eyes and started for the spot they’d planned to meet: the tree above The Colossal cat. “This thing’s creepy…” Reaper trailed off when the Tiger turned to look at him. “What?” 
“You need a disguise to look like one of us so you can move about the village freely. Hmm…how about a Siamese?” 
“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to disguise myself!”
“Well, you have to, so you can walk around and talk to other dragons! Important ones! Like merchants! No one is going to accept a BLOODWING in the village!”
“Eh? What’s all this ruckus ‘bout a bloodwing?”
“Uh, oh. Grandma Ragdoll! I was just talking to myself about how cool it would be to meet a bloodwing!” 
“Uh huh. What’s that?”
“Nothing!” He turned to Reaper and whispered, ‘Use these!’, handing him several leafy branches before turning back around to Ragdoll. “I just had some red…uh…PAINT! Yeah…paint! I…uh…was just working on… a project!...For school!” Reaper smacked his forehead, whispering, ‘Good save.’ sarcastically. Ragdoll bought it, though, and turned around to leave. 
“See. This is why you need a disguise! We can’t have those red scales showing!”
“Fine, I’ll put on a disguise. But NO SIAMESE.”
“How about…an Abyssinian?”
“No…an Ashera!”
“No dragon will ever believe that! That is literally the rarest breed in the universe!”
“Really? I thought it was only uncommon…” 
“I guess it would work, though…we’d have to do a VERY good job with the scale paint.”, Tiger says, observing Reaper very closely, circling around him.
“Mm-hm. Yup. I can work with this. I’ll be right back! REMEMBER THE SPEAR DRILLS I TAUGHT YOU!” Tiger called as he flapped away, into the bright, sunny sky.
Chapter 5
Reaper had no idea exactly how long Tiger had been gone for, only that he wasn’t back, and a strange dragon was right next to him. “GAAAH!” Reaper cried as he fell out of his hammock. “SHH!” cried the odd figure. “You’re going to wake the rest of them up! Now GET UP.” “Who ARE you?” whispered Reaper from the shadows. “A STARWING, dummy. GET UP!” When the starwing cried this out, a nearby catwing merely grunted and rolled over in his hammock, before lying still, sound asleep, once more. Reaper weakly rose to his feet, reluctantly, and then turned and flew in the direction Tiger had gone.
Chapter 6
Reaper cautiously stepped out from his hiding spot inside the colosseum once dawn broke, and went back to the hammock in the tree near the colossal cat. When he got back, he found Tiger waiting impatiently in it. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? IT’S BEEN FIVE HOURS!” 
“I was hiding from a starwing!” 
“What in the world is a STARWING!?”
“Okay…don’t tell me you don’t know the myths of old! Starwings are the weavers of the cosmos, slaves of the stars! Ever seen a shooting star? That’s a starwing! They get sent down to Cantala when their work is finished!”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Really?”
“Does it seem like I know anything about this?”
“I guess not…”
“ANYWAY, I got the scale paint. You’re going to look SO GOOD.”
Five minutes later, Reaper looked down at his new “scales”. 
“Whoa. Nice job!”
“Why, thank you.”, Tiger replied.
After the scale paint, they started walking around town to find some little odds and ends they would need.
“Okay. So, we need a few knives.”
“Got that.”
“We need some venomous centipedes.”
“Got tha-venomous WHAT!?”
“Centipedes.”
“Are they for attacks?”
“What else would they be for?”
“Potions?”
“Well, ANYWAY, we also need to get you a spear…which I forgot you already had.”, Tiger added as he glanced at the spear he’d given Reaper, now strapped to his back.
“Do you know how to transition from aquaflame to regular fire?” 
“I’ve been doing it my whole life!”
“Can you get around okay with that nub of a leg?” Tiger questioned Reaper as he glanced down at the bandaged…what was left of his leg.
“I’ve been doing it since you’ve known me! It’s been that way since the accident in my village. What  happened was…I planted a tree on a sky island. A weeping willow. About an hour later, one of the pods of the tree fell down. Flaming seeds came spurting out and…I lost my foot.” As he said this, he looked back down at his leg. 
“It was my folly, my hubris, that destroyed the village. That’s why I left. Tiger, my idiocy KILLED dragons. It killed my mother. I could never forgive myself for that. Every time I see the palace of blood…it pains me because of that. My mother never really loved me…but I took a liking to her. I never got the chance to tell her.” Reaper’s voice wavered at the last sentence, and he bursted into tears. 
“It’s all my fault she’s gone!” He wailed as Tiger    attempted to comfort him.
“I was happier with her!”
“I’m sure she knew you didn’t mean it.”
Chapter 7
In the morning, the duo got some venomous centipedes from an exotic bug shop. “Plucked straight from the rainforest here, they are. They still alive, too, so you be careful, gotcha?”
“Yes, elder Persian.” 
After their visit, they headed out to their destination, the Storm Palace; the heart of it all. Shudders ran down Reaper’s spine. “Everything…okay?” Tiger asked as they approached closer…and closer…and closer to the terrain of thunder. 
“Everything…okay?” Tiger asked as they approached closer…and closer…and closer to the terrain of thunder.
“I’m fine. Okay?”
Chapter 8
When they finally reached the perimeter of the kingdom, Reaper understood what dragons meant when they said that the kingdom was larger than usual.
“Whoa. It’s HUGE!”
“We shouldn’t be here! Let’s rethink this plan! Maybe we could actually visit the light caves!” Tiger shouted. 
“WE COULD FIND ALLIES!” The claps of thunder grew louder still, so loud that Tiger was practically screaming at this rate.
“No. We can’t turn back now.” With that, Reaper stormed into the palace, never looking back.
Tiger waited outside of the palace for as long as he possibly could. Where IS HE? It’s been five hours! Tiger turned and ran. Well, good riddance! You abandon me here to betray me? You never really were my friend, were you?
Meanwhile, inside the castle, Reaper hunted the dungeons for his father, Vessel. How could they imprison him? He did nothing! Now, where IS HE. 
“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!”
That sounds like-could it be? Reaper ran toward the noise, dashing through the halls, searching every cell, for Vessel. Where are you? You’ve got to be here somewhere! 
“HELP!” 
There it is again! Come on, come on, come on! WHERE ARE YOU?! After several quick turns, he finally reached the source of the voice. 
“Reaper? Reaper! Is it really you?”
“Yes. It is.”
“Reaper, you must leave me here. You must run, go, and never return! I’m not safe anymore. She has me! Run while you still can! RUN!”
“WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO DECIDED TO PAY THEIR FATHER A VISIT!”, shouted a booming voice from behind Vessel.
“IT’S TOO LATE NOW, SHRIMP! HE’S MINE! MINE AND NO ONE ELSE’S! NOW, HUSBAND, DO YOUR WORST!” Vessel turned to Reaper with sad eyes and raised his talons to the sky, clutching a stone.
“Yes, my wife, my queen, Radiation. I’m sorry, Reaper. It’s not my choice.” He uttered before slamming his talons into the ground, and a moment later, a clap of thunder erupted. Another moment later, lightning struck down on Reaper, and he drifted away into unconsciousness. 
Chapter 9
Tiger had escaped the perimeter of the storm kingdom, and had run away five hours after Reaper had left to the castle to find his father. Tiger had gotten about 5 miles away from it, when he saw a clap of lightning flash across the sky. That’s odd, he thought. It’s not even storming tonight. After he saw that, he headed back for the castle.
When he reached the border, it was very clear something was wrong. Black clouds were covering the sky, filled with death. No, seriously, they were filled with lost souls who had befallen the same fates as Reaper and Vessel. The queen would stuff her “husband” in a cloud when she no longer had a use for him. How tragic, Tiger thought, That she’ll end up annihilating her own “husband” in the end. Reaper would be overcome with grief…if he’s still alive. At this, Tiger ran into the castle, not daring to come out of the shadows into the brief, quick, flashes of light coming from the storm that had so suddenly formed overhead. A bit TOO suddenly. It had been a clear, sunny day, then *POOF*, become stormy, sky! Nearby, lightning suddenly struck down, knocking a tree down, setting it on fire in the process, startling Tiger. “AHH! TREE! GET IT AWAY! GO AWAY TREE!” To his great surprise, the tree followed his command and flew back into the position it was in before it was struck, still flaming. “AHHH! TREE! BAD TREE! FALL BACK DOWN! YOU’RE NOT FOLLOWING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS RIGHT NOW!” The tree fell back down again, but this time it twisted mid-fall, and aimed for Tiger. “AHHHH! TREE! BAD TREE! AGAIN! STOP, TREE.” Surprisingly, the tree actually froze mid-fall. Tiger poked it, and nothing happened. He was curious, so he climbed onto the roots of the tree, and it didn’t tip over. “TREE. LISTEN. FOLLOW THE LAWS OF PHYSICS. RIGHT. NOW.” This turned out to backfire, because it obeyed, but when it fell, Tiger went flying. “AHHHHHH! BAD TREEEEEE!” When Tiger finally crash-landed, he was relieved, until he realized where he was. AHHHHHHHHH! Tiger thought. He crept around quietly, not wanting to be noticed, which was easy, since cats are naturally stealthy. When Tiger poked his head around the corner, he was horrified by what he saw.
EPILOGUE
Reaper finally woke up from unconsciousness inside of a strange coliseum made out of storm clouds, with lightning constantly flashing inside of them. Reaper heard a scuffling noise behind him and immediately whipped around. “Who’s there?” The strange dragon suddenly materialized behind Reaper, and said, “Hello, me.” Reaper turned back around, but the figure had dissolved. The strange dragon suddenly reappeared behind Reaper, saying, “Well. Not the MOST pathetic loser I’ve ever seen. Not saying you’re not a disappointment of course, for you need much improvement.” He said with disgust. “Excuse me, but did you say you were me?” Reaper questioned the shadow. “Why of course. I’m the opposite of what you are now. Thank goodness you’ve changed. Otherwise, I would have been too sappy to be speaking at the moment. Yes, Reaper. I am your shadow.”
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