Shadow Slave

Sunny knew how to write, of course. That said, he certainly did not have a lot of experience writing by hand, let alone had a signature — simply because people at large, and especially those in the outskirts, almost never used paper and pens to relay information. Why would they, if everything was usually stored digitally?

However, he was in a better position than most. Out there in the Dream Realm, many long-abandoned traditions had found a new life, so Sunny managed to scribble down his name on the piece of synthetic paper with at least some semblance of finesse.

Handing it back to Master Naeve of Night, he smiled awkwardly.

"Here. I… hope your daughter likes it."

The scion of the great clan received the piece of paper with gratitude and hid it in the pocket of his coat.

"Thank you very much. I am away a lot, so this will go a long way. Next time I see her, she will probably already be six… and terribly peeved that I've been gone for so long. Coming back with a present is bound to help!"

He looked at Sunny with genuine mirth. Then, a knowing spark gleamed in his strange indigo eyes.

Naeve gestured at the ocean and asked:

"You are not too comfortable on water, are you?"

Sunny lingered for a moment, then scoffed.

"You must have seen the movie yourself. Is it really a surprise that I have a complicated relationship with the sea?"

The handsome Master smiled.

"Oh, yes. I haven't thought about that, sorry. Still… at least you are familiar with it. Most people just don't understand."

understand. For a moment, the two men shared a

the iron ships

our chances of making it to

Naeve laughed.

I wouldn't worry too much if I were you. Sure, anything can happen. But this convoy is as safe as

fearsome dreadnought that moved

spread around the other ships. There are also at least one cohort of experienced Awakened warriors of my clan on each vessel. We know what we are

lingered for a moment, then

away and returning with reinforcements for the government army. Each of the four fleets was made to be nearly indestructible. Still… that doesn't mean

the

about that. I have already memorized the whole thing, more or less. I may be lacking in many regards, but being unreasonably paranoid

Naeve smiled.

to have. I wish more people were that

***

chatted with the Nightwalker for a few more minutes before taking his leave. Master Naeve had turned out to be unexpectedly friendly and pleasant to be around. He was not at all like the arrogant

talk, Sunny felt a lot better about his current circumstances. He had also

patronage of a Sovereign, but wielded an irreplaceable power. That unique advantage had carved a place for

what was that

in person, Sunny all but confirmed his suspicion. The feeling Naeve gave him was somewhat similar to what he had experienced

guidance, and disaster. The aspects of the Goddess of the Black Skies were all eerily related to the role the House

Awakened of the First Generation known as Nightwalker, had inherited the lineage of Storm God and somehow shared

six divine

inherited

had inherited the lineage