Condemned to The Night (Librairian)
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Anyway... here I go.))
It was quiet that evening. The snow was falling all around her and Sherra stared up into the moonlit sky as the tiny flakes drifted by, and through her face. She gave a small sigh as the families around her put out the lights and drifted off into their own dream worlds. As she was, Sherra was jealous of this-for she could not dream. A Phantom... A Phantom doesn't sleep. A phantom is forced to roam the earth- awake, invisible, able to be passed through, passed by, and completely ignored.
Sherra stood up on the roof that she was perched on, and focused her energy, so the wind would blow her hair around like a humans, rather than passing through her with that all too familiar chill. She believed the breeze to be warm, though she knew that she could not feel any other sensation than that of cold and ice. Phantoms do not need to feel warmth- the dead do not need to be consoled. If they wish for warmth, they should move on, and choose the path of hell, to suffer in that burning pit that every one is condemned to; But not Sherra. She has no place in this world- cursed by that witch and that evil king, she is unable to pass on- unable to continue to either heaven or hell.
Sometimes she would lie next to completely decayed corpses in their coffins, closing her eyes and imagining what it would be like to be in heaven. So much time on her hands, her hobbies became quite morbid- such as exploring crypts and visiting long lost graves, deep within the earth. She could pass through surely, though only through living matter- remaining on the same plane as the humans who breathed and laughed and loved. She was a ghost, a phantom, unable to do much else than wander.
And yet, she could not help but notice a small child wandering through the cold. Similar to the one she had seen before. The one who had told her as an 'angel' to save the people from the evil that was coming. It had been many years since that day. Though to Sherra, it had passed like mere moments. Nothing had happened- no evil- no monsters attacked the people she watched grow old and die, day after day. Perhaps the child was wrong? But as Sherra watched this new babe wandering around in the cold, she could not help but feel something, a forgotten memory of how to care and love- so she followed the child, being an invisible guide, to help her on her way to someplace warmer.
Eventually they came across a small family, and the girl huddled up against her mother and brother. Sherra smiled and drifted off into the night. She was glad that there was no evil here. These peaceful people- though deprived of proper nurishment- did not deserve any harm to come to them.
But that was when the evil started.
That was when they came.
Shadows arose as Sherra turned her back- it was too late when she whirled around to see the shadows killing and posessing the poor people. Innocent lives were thrown away and mutilated for the Shadows needs. The Shadow. That is what Sherra called them- evil demons who cared nothing about truth or light or love, but rather would consume all of those, and plunge everyone around them into darkness.
They were after her family now- she saw the little girl screaming in terror, and Sherra leapt at them in a rage.
"DAMN YOU!!" she screamed, tackling the shadow away and into the ground. The two fought in a wrestling match that seemed to last forever, time slowed, and Sherra felt the creature trying to pass through to another realm. But she held fast and let her rage grow as she battled and grappled him. "Leave these people alone!" her voice echoed in the void the shadow had brought her to. Her rage grew and she felt the solid hilt of an dagger of energy form in her hand. She took this moment to ram the blue sparking weapon deep into the core of the shadow. With a shriek, it writhed and then vanished.
Like a weight lifted, Sherra sighed and the dagger vanished. Her body rose higher and higher until when she opened her eyes, she saw that she was once again on the surface- with the families- and to her relief, she saw that the shadows were no longer there. She could feel their presence now- not here, but somewhere in the distance. Sherra had not killed them, but now she knew what she had to do. It was up to her, as the small child had said, to warn the innocents, as well as fight this evil, when they could not.
This was the time of the dark ages, and Sherra planned to put a stop to it.
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