Shadow Slave

There was a single question at the root of the problem... why had the Thieving Bird stolen his fate? Sure, the loathsome thing seemed to be obsessed with everything that concerned Weaver. But Sunny did not think that it was the only reason.

After pondering the question for a while, he had developed a certain suspicion. He had lost the connection to the Nightmare Spell after becoming fateless, which meant that carrying the Nightmare Spell had something to do with one's fate. Perhaps fate was the medium through which the infection spread.

In any case, the creature which now possessed his fate... would therefore possess his connection to the Nightmare Spell, as well.

So why would the Thieving Bird want something like that?

To answer that question, one had to realize that the creature that Sunny had met in the Nightmare was not the real Thieving Bird. The real Thieving Bird was long dead. Instead, the odious thing he had run into at the Estuary was a replica of the vile Terror created by the Spell.

And a replica could only exist in the illusory realm of the Nightmare.

A carrier of the Spell, however... a carrier of the Spell would be expelled back into the real world once the Nightmare was over. They would have a way to go back.

So, Sunny had come to belleve that the real reason why the Thieving Bird wanted his fate was to become a carrier of the Nightmare Spell, and slip through the cracks of the illusory realm, finding a backdoor to reality.

If so, that would be the greatest prison break in history... quite a suitable feat for the greatest and most vile thief to have ever lived.

Very few creatures could find a way back into existence after having been destroyed for thousands of years, and in such an original way.

Therefore... the creature that had stolen his fate, and was now in possession of it, was not gone. It had not been erased forever by the collapse of the Nightmare. It was somewhere out there, in the real world, liberated from its illusory prison and free to roam the world, stealing anything that had caught its fancy.

Which meant that it could be hunted down and killed. And that he could get his fate back from it, somehow.

Sunny was nowhere near powerful enough to risk facing a Cursed Terror, let alone a Cursed Terror that neither gods nor daemons had been able to deal with.., even the Void Beings were said to have loathed the Vile Thieving Bird, which meant that they had suffered from its mischief as well.

The damned bird was a real menace…

More importantly, though, he didn't know if he even wanted to get his fate back. Despite everything, he wasn't sure.

Because there were strings attached to regaining his fate... both literally and figuratively. Some days, Sunny woke up and wanted nothing more than to be remembered. Some days, he woke up and felt that he would never give up his freedom, which he had paid for so dearly.

But Cassie deserved to know that there was a possibility, at least.

He sighed.

"There is a way. However..."

Sunny's voice turned heavy.

if one wishes to become fateless. There is also a price to pay if one wishes to become fated. And I... am

lonesome tree

being tended to by Shakti. It was doing much better, in fact, than it had in the outskirts, even though there was no sun to shine

them looked at it in silence - Sunny with his own eyes, and

a while, she

this

thinking about another tree, perhaps, one that he had burned on the Forgotten

would keep a tree like the Soul Devourer in his

of the tree's trunk. There, three lines were carved into

"...It's a memorial tree."

to

He smiled.

carved two lines into it, as a grave for my parents. Later, I added a third...

a moment and

told you about it,

did not. Cassie seemed distracted for a moment,

proceed to the actual

had known that

smiled, and summoned the shadows, manifesting them into two chairs and a table. Soon, another

a subtle, but unmistakably lecherous smile on the bastard's face. He stared

gallant when pouring

crumbled a little, and then she let out a melodious

just can't get used to that

Sunny smiled.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm not used to it, either. Well, and sometimes, I feel like I am actually too used to

sighed and dismissed

then again, the very idea of normalcy seems more and more distant the further on the Path of Ascension we walk. As Saints, we are already far removed from what a normal human

weak, sick and healthy, male and female. That kind of experience was not something a human would ever be privy to... and

time. He knew that it had changed him. His three personas were quite different from each other despite being controlled by one mind... it was as much of an adaptation to differing circumstances as a defensive mechanism. lіght\nоvel\world~c`о/m. Otherwise, the lines would become

his secrets so desperately, feeling a strange reluctance

Sunny leaned back.

will become, if we succeed. A Supreme being must be even further from being

his tea with