Shadow Slave

He looked around, studying the barrier and the crowded pier that could be seen through the mesh. Then, suddenly, Sunny heard a familiar voice:

"Move back, damn it! Don't push! If you have a spot in the queue, present an ID! If you are a member of the First Army, come that way! Get a hold of yourself and behave like people!"

He looked around and saw a tall, handsome man with indigo eyes and hair that seemed somewhere between black and blue standing in front of the barrier, struggling to hold back the panicked crowd.

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

Pushing closer to the man, he called out:

"Naeve? What the hell are you doing here?"

The man — it was indeed Master Naeve of the House of Night — blinked a couple of times, then looked in his direction with a confused expression.

"...Sunny? Gods, it's you! What are... ah, doesn't matter. I'm now in charge of boarding, I guess."

Sunny led his group to the barrier, stopping right in front of the Nightwalker. Naeve gestured for a nearby Awakened to assume his position and took a step to the side.

He gave Sunny a somber look.

"That ship over there is where I'm assigned to. We are going to leave once we're at capacity… actually, we are already over capacity. But a few more people can still be squeezed in, so..."

Sunny frowned.

"What about Bloodwave?"

The Nightwalker sighed.

"He led the other ship away a few hours ago, with Saint Tyris aboard. There will be more ships tomorrow, and more the day after that… if the Winter Beast does not arrive sooner. But Uncle won't be coming back. He'll guard the strait until the… until the relocation is over. And then, we will resume evacuating people over the ocean, to the Northern Quadrant."

Sunny nodded.

'Figures.'

"Listen…"

Naeve spoke first, interrupting him:

"Do you need to get on the ship?"

Sunny grew quiet, suddenly ashamed for no reason. Strangely, he felt thankful to the Nightwalker for not forcing him to say it aloud.

awkward silence, Sunny

me. I just need

in the Antarctic Center, a Saint would then be able to bring them back to the waking world, to a safer region. Granted, there were no Saints on the Ivory Island, so Sunny was a bit more inconvenienced in

some time and absolute concentration, so doing it in the middle of a battle was usually impossible. Any Ascended that remained in the city would have to travel to the Dream Realm before the Winter Beast arrived, or risk annihilation with

a spot on

.

had long decided to stay and try to stall

He looked at Naeve.

one.

Beth, Professor Obel, and the members

His face fell.

Nightwalker hesitated for a

rest of your cohort onboard, too. Members of

and then

is going to be the

echo his words, the mesh barrier suddenly slid into the ground with a metallic screech. The soldiers started checking the IDs and letting people pass through

for a moment. His face grew

'So…'

His heart grew heavy.

is what it

displace civilians who had a spot

Sunny turned around,

was he

'Curse it all…'

Sunny studied the faces of his soldiers, Belle, Dorn, and

man looked at

no words spoken. And yet, for a moment, Sunny

looked at Professor Obel. The old man met his gaze, and the

crowding behind the line of the barrier,

He sighed.

hell did I want to be an officer? Gods… no amount of the damned contribution points was

Sunny straightened his back and said

Professor Obel. You

glance, but the old man gently pushed her forward. They moved past Naeve,

Professor Obel silently took

too gentle. The two stumbled past Naeve, ending up on the

barrier rose with a screech, and a

Obel, Samara, Dorn, and Belle remained on

Luster, and Beth