Chapter 135 A Moon Amongst the Shadows (1/2)
”What is he doing?”
”He's just standing there”.
”Didn't he say he'd buy this place?”
”Will we have to leave?”
”Of course we'll have to leave”.
”No, we won't, we'll just scare him off like all the others”.
”But-”
Rassa didn't allude to the fact that he could hear those hidden within. From the sounds of it, there were at least six individuals in the front room, over a dozen hidden in various parts of the place. Even before he could see them, from the smell alone, Rassa could tell that they were not authorised tenants.
What they were doing here…Rassa could only guess at that, it was their story to tell when they wanted, and not his business to find out.
At least, Rassa felt that way until the shadows moved.
He could feel the influence of it from his own connection. It was strange, to feel the shadows respond to a call that was not his. Even stranger that he would find someone with similar abilities here. Similar because they were not the same. Rassa could feel the limitations of this stranger. Limitations that were not there when Rassa used his abilities. The Stranger could fold and twist and influence the shadows within a certain distance, but they could not make themselves one with the shadows, nor use it to move to another place. As Rassa came to familiarise himself with these limitations, the shadows rose to form the vague shape of a man on the door.
”You are not welcome here!” a deep voice growled from beyond the shadow, ”Begone from this place or you shall pay the price for trespassing”.
Rassa stared at the shadow, then gave a small smirk, ”How amusing”.
The eyes watching from beyond the shadow saw a man in a hood step to the side, then disappeared as if he was never there. Among them, the young boy who was making the shadows move, the one who'd promised to protect them, suddenly turned pale.
”Oh no”.
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The shadows moved separating from beneath the boy and condensing in the sides of the room, covering the windows and closing those inside the room in. An unnatural light existed beneath their feet. Well, it wasn't exactly light, it was just not shadow seeing as they had all moved to the walls of the room.
Then, as the six individuals, four young and two older, backed into each other, frightened, the hooded figure seemed to materialise from the shadows and step around the room.
”I admit, I was not expecting a magician among you. No wonder you have stayed here as long as you have,” said Rassa, ”I'm somewhat impressed”.
”Please don't kill us,” the Magician in question spoke.
He was young, only about ten, but his ability to control the shadows was quite exceptional, even by Rassa's standards. Considering his condition, it was clear he'd never been formally educated, and yet he was doing much better than those his age.
The others all moved even closer together at the boy's words, realising that they were well out of their depth.
”We'll leave,” said a girl, one of the older ones who appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, ”We won't come back”.
”Where will you go?”
”Does it matter?” asked the other older girl, taking the two youngest behind her protectively.
”Not really,” Rassa admitted, ”I just can't help feeling a little guilty for kicking out thirty odd people who have clearly made this place their homes”.
The group looked at one another, ”You're…not going to kill us?”
”Well, as bad as this place looks, I think I'd prefer to clean it up on its own rather than add more of a mess to it,” Rassa stated, the shadows shifted and the group flinched, only to pause in surprise as the shadows seemed to form a chair which Rassa promptly dropped into, ”How long have you lived here?”
The shadowed walls seemed to disappear. Rassa had done a good enough job in intimidating them, none of them were lucid enough to move.