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:

this. Wait here for a

He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry, though… I'll think of something. Just wait for me

going to stop him from returning with a crowd

sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after

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

he could still see the bloodied body lying

open, staring

stuck

Soul Sea, Sunny knew that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every creature he had ever

he could

Time slowly crawled.

prying eyes and waste a lot

Sunny?" Do you

young man he had killed, Sunny smiled

while, his thoughts began to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain

Sunny was always

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

They were 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

the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got

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