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?"

as long as he could, then

by a powerful creature I killed. I took it with me, thinking that

an especially long amount of time. 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

it's dead. I

it fell silent once

a while, he

not going to be angry with me

sigh resounded from the

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

suspecting that whoever or whatever it was that had been responsible for the Mirror Beast becoming separated from its creator — and eventually dying by his hand — was extremely lucky that the owner of the

Then, he asked cautiously:

I

more in control of itself

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

head, then

mean, a kid? A kid with

The voice laughed bitterly.

Nightmare when I was twelve. It's rare, but does happen sometimes. Few

Sunny blinked.

at twelve… of course

of the usual age range. The entire first generation of the Awakened had been, for example. And there were cases of this anomaly to this

I thought that I was

throat, then

better, the creature tried to say something before it died. Uh… we never stopped searching. Something like

voice, however, didn't respond. It seemed that its owner had once again spent all of his soul essence… or whatever it was that allowed him to communicate with Sunny… and was now gone

Sunny sighed.

to ask

strategic with how he chose his words, damn

***

be falling. The darkness seemed to be eternal and everpresent, as though he had always been here, in its empty embrace, and all

'Maybe it was?'

it wasn't. He was

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

flow of shadow essence. On the surface of the lid

"...You practice archery?"

eyes and glanced into the darkness,