Shadow Slave

When Sunny realized that he was dreaming, the first thing that came to his mind was that there was another soul tree growing somewhere near the white arch. However, after a few moments of panic, he quickly dismissed this idea.

After all, he had never actually dreamt while under the mind hex of the ancient fiend. He had just mistaken the broken memories of his conversation with Cassie for a dream.

But this… this one was real.

The dreamscape that surrounded Sunny was ephemeral, shifting, and shrouded in shadows. Above him, the sun was like a circle of darkness, with crimson light drowning in a burning sea of clouds. However, none of that light reached him.

In the tenebrous hall of black marble, there was nothing but empty silence.

…Which was now destroyed by the sound of a baby crying, of course.

The woman's screams had long grown silent. Peering into the stygian depths of the dark marble hall, Sunny saw nothing but endless shadows. The baby's cries were coming from somewhere beyond them.

…Or from within them.

A subtle thought entered Sunny's mind. The monumental walls, the colossal columns, the grandiose hall… all of it looked strangely familiar. As though he had already been here once, a long time ago.

All that was missing were the signs of desolation and a large altar cut from a single block of black marble. In fact, it should have been standing right where the crying sounds were coming from.

Familiar words appeared in his mind, now full of new meaning.

'...Child of Shadows?'

In the next moment, everything disappeared.

***

The world was swaying. A seemingly endless surface of black stone was flowing past his vision, moving up and down.

stone, but Sunny himself. He

'Wh—what?!'

toddler. He was currently held gently by a young woman who was walking down a long stone corridor, which was dimly lit by

She was slender and exquisitely beautiful, with soft

sometimes, it seemed as though the creature was moving. Whoever marked the girl's skin with this

seen similar markings in a

was the mark of a slave who belonged to

young girl was a temple slave, just like he had been in his First Nightmare. The serpent coiled around her neck and arms

mother. Sunny could tell from the love with which she held the

have lost his own mother at a young age, but he still remembered

mother is a slave, then

understand what

he found himself in did not belong to him. Instead, it belonged to the nameless temple slave whose role

child of

vision was his

***

was shrouded in darkness. Judging by the black marble walls, they were in another part of the ancient temple. Sunny

were burning with strange, pale flames. On the edges of light, motionless,

not ghosts, but humans. There were several other slaves, while the rest appeared to

difference between them. It seemed as though the servants of the Shadow God did not pursue opulence and status. In fact, many of the priests bore the same markings as the slaves, suggesting

doing here? What is

his mother's chest, the toddler… Sunny… felt cold and scared. However, the older woman

stand with the rest of the people gathered

young woman, meanwhile, slowly walked into the circle of light. Her movements were

very center, she stood motionlessly between the seven pale flames,

at the beautiful slave, feeling

But… what?