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.

had other matters

the sun and judged that it had barely reached its zenith. The moon wasn't going to appear for a while… so, even though the desire to

…Cassie.

matter how reluctant Sunny was to face his former friend, he had to speak to her. He couldn't make plans for the future without knowing who would

absolutely needed

harder after he achieved a higher Rank, being an

also among the humans. The more crumbs of information about the Sovereigns Sunny learned, the more disturbed he became. He was distrustful by nature, so he didn't believe that these hidden overlords would not try to exert their influence on him or try to destroy him one day, simply by virtue

were hundreds of people who could kill him without breaking a sweat. But if he

Like Saint Tyris.

free to come and go from the Dream Realm as he wished. He would even

a

Desecrated

he remembered from Mordret's map onto it. Soon, he was in possession of an intricately detailed depiction of most of

help, traveling to his destinations was going to be

studied the route to the Desecrated Grove and

be too hard. I can probably reach it by morning, and return to the Sanctuary the next

coins he had bled so

his limbs, and headed

***

indeed turned out to be uneventful. Sunny rode the heavenly chains in the form of the shadow and traversed the islands on foot, avoiding any Nightmare