Shadow Slave

Sunny stared into the void suspiciously.

"Yeah? And how come you are so concerned about my well-being?"

The voice remained silent for a bit, then answered wistfully:

"I haven't really spoken to anyone in a long, long time. It would be a shame to finally find someone to talk to, only for them to die soon. Don't you think?"

'That guy is definitely not just a simple Lost… what is his deal, really? Is he actually a human or only pretends to be one?'

Sunny thought for a bit, then said:

"I guess. And since we're on the topic… how is it exactly that we are able to talk?"

He expected the voice to change the subject or ignore the question, but to his surprise, it actually answered:

"I am not really sure. This has never happened to me before, either."

After a while, it added hesitantly:

"Have you… have you perhaps found a piece of a broken mirror somewhere?"

Something clicked in Sunny's mind.

"Broken mirror… Mirror Beast… Beastie…"

The Ascended Reflection! The shard of a mirror that the strange creature had left behind was still inside the Covetous Coffer… smeared with his blood…

'Crap!'

So the owner of the voice was the creator of the murderous Reflection Sunny had encountered on the Reckoning. That… that gave him as many questions as it had given him answers.

He couldn't really think about it right now, though, because the pressure of the Flaw was already building in his mind, forcing him to speak.

"Now that you mention it, I did, indeed, recently find a piece of a broken mirror. With the word "Beastie" written on it in a child's handwriting."

The voice remained silent for a while, then asked quietly:

"Oh? How exactly did you find it?"

long

left behind by a powerful creature I killed. I took it

When it finally spoke, there was a hint of anguish in it. The owner of the voice tried very hard to suppress it, but his pain seemed to be too deep

it's dead.

fell silent once

tensed. After a while,

angry

resounded from the

I be angry with you? You are not to blame for what

Mirror Beast becoming separated from its creator — and eventually dying by

Then, he asked cautiously:

was it, though? I have never seen a

itself when it answered

kind of an Echo, you can say. I… I created him when I was just a lonely kid. We were together for

head, then frowned

mean, a kid? A kid with an

The voice laughed bitterly.

was twelve. It's rare, but

Sunny blinked.

Nightmare at twelve…

Awakened had been, for example. And there were cases of this anomaly to this day, even though it usually happened to someone

I thought that I

throat, then

am sorry for your loss. If it makes you feel any better, the creature

its owner had once again spent all of his soul essence… or whatever it was that

Sunny sighed.

I didn't even have time to ask

how he chose

***

not be falling. The darkness seemed to be eternal and everpresent, as though he had always been here,

'Maybe it was?'

it wasn't. He was

the time the voice returned, the void had changed slightly. Not only were the distant shimmering lights now closer and brighter, but

cross-legged in the center of the treasure chest and training to better control the flow of shadow essence. On the surface of the lid near him was a dark longbow and a quiver of

"...You practice archery?"

his eyes and glanced into the darkness,