Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at Caster with a grim expression. Despite the amiable smile and reassuring voice, he knew what the handsome Legacy was doing.

He grew up in the outskirts, after all.

Caster had said "I will help you."

But what he actually meant was "I will own you."

Because there was no better leverage than a gruesome secret. This help of his was going to come at a price.

But what choice did Sunny have, really? Unless he was ready to fight and kill Caster right there and then, thus silencing the only witness of his crime forever, he couldn't refuse.

Plus… what Caster thought was going to happen and what would really happen was not as set in stone as it seemed. As long as Sunny was alive, there was hope of turning things around, somehow.

He just had to get through this, one step at a time.

Sunny forced out a smile.

"Thank you, Caster. I won't… won't forget it."

Then, he glanced at the dead body lying at his feet and took a step back, escaping the quickly growing puddle of blood. His face remained calm, but a small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through his body.

"So… what do we do now?"

The proud Legacy lingered, then said in a solemn tone:

things first, we can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here

anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered in

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than

the Legacy. What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having

an eye on things after the handsome young man

the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of the hut. He

lying motionless

were still open,

am… I am stuck with you forever,

even looking into the Soul Sea, Sunny knew that a new shadow had joined the silent

he could do

Time slowly crawled.

eyes and waste a lot of time

Do you want

Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would come up

to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain always put him in

of it, Sunny was always reminded of

past was clouded in mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate

poor, but not destitute. His dad was employed by one of the numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their income was barely

which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got

were sent to a government child care facility. His sister was young and cute, so she was eventually adopted. Sunny, however, was older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years in a series of increasingly vile foster homes, he finally managed to run away