Shadow Slave

Sunny descended from the White Feather's aery in a complicated mood.

If he ever had doubts that the lost prince was harboring dire secrets, now, there were none. Why else would Saint Tyris caution him to not speak about the Mirror Beast, who had seemingly been the only trace left of Mordret's existence?

Mordret had conquered the First Nightmare when he was only twelve… such an individual, surely, would have been as famous as Nephis back in the real world. And yet, Sunny had never heard of him, or of anyone who had accomplished the same feat.

It was almost as if someone very powerful had purposefully erased any mention of the mysterious prince from history.

…How had he lost his physical body, to begin with? And where was his spirit body in the Dream Realm? Did… did he even have one? He must have had it once, at least. The pack Sunny had found on the Reckoning contained a detailed map of the Chained Isles, with the word "hope" written on it next to a question mark.

Back then, he thought that the owner of the pack had been killed by the Mirror Beast. Now, however, he suspected that it had belonged to Mordret himself.

So, the lost prince had at least visited the Chained Isles before disappearing. Was the great clan Valor complicit in his disappearance? Sunny had no real reason to come to that conclusion, other than the fact that the Chained Isles were in their sphere of influence, and that Saint Tyris hinted at her knowledge of the nature of the Mirror Beast.

But why hadn't she killed it herself?

'I am going to have to ask Mordret a lot of questions when he appears.'

Which wasn't going to happen for many days, sadly.

Sunny had other matters

for a while… so, even though the desire to place his precious coins on the altar gnawed on him, he decided

…Cassie.

to speak to her. He couldn't make plans for the future without knowing who would be by his side as he challenged the Second

needed

creating future cores would be harder after he achieved a higher Rank, being an Ascended also meant that there would be much fewer things out there

Sunny learned, the more disturbed he became. He was distrustful by nature, so he didn't believe that these hidden overlords would not

breaking a sweat. But if he became a Master himself… well, then there would only be a few dozen individuals he would

Like Saint Tyris.

that, as an Ascended, he would be free to come and go from the Dream Realm as he wished. He would even be able to

that be a nice choice to

Desecrated Grove it

frowned, then returned to his room, took out his map from the Covetous Coffer, and spent some time adding all the details he remembered from Mordret's map onto it. Soon, he was in possession of an intricately detailed depiction of most of the Chained Isles on his hands, complete with descriptions of what dangers he was likely to meet,

traveling to his destinations was going to

route to the

it by morning, and return to the Sanctuary the next day

get to use the coins

the Covetous Coffer, stretches his limbs, and headed toward

***

to the remote island that Cassie named in her note indeed turned out to be uneventful. Sunny rode the heavenly chains