As Shadow stared silently off into space, contemplating his sudden and unexpected encounter with Nyx, Crescent whispered to him,“Is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Shadow replied absentmindedly. But, in his head, “How dare he? When I find my brother, I will strangle him!”
Crescent saw the tenseness in his face, and his dejected personality. He was obviously one who did not let go of grudges. “So,” she thought, “I am not the only one who wants revenge.” She smiled cruelly, thinking of the day when the buoyant clouds of the Ether would be splattered crimson. She looked at Shadow knowingly. She knew what it felt like for someone to burn a hole through your heart. That hole, she knew, in Shadow’s heart—was filled with seething black hatred. Her own soul was ignited with flames of courage, but pierced through the center with glacial fury.
She began piling the melted slush in the cave that had once had been snow. She sculpted a miniature landscape, displaying ridged mountains, enormous ice spikes, and barren fields of freezing white.
“What’s that?” Shadow inquired.
“A map.” she simply replied. She continued expanding the miniscule universe, until it held every memory she had of the depressingly dismal terrain. “Here,” she instructed. “Is where we will enter the Ether.” She pointed at the summit of the seemingly tallest structure there. It was even taller than the tiny ice spikes. Shadow gaped.
“Climb that?!?” he sputtered. “In real life?”
Crescent glanced at him curiously. “You can’t fly?” Shadow glared at her murderously.
“Gee. Wonder why I didn’t think of that, huh.” he complained, sarcasm dripping from every word. “We can’t do this today.” Shadow always felt that he was hidden from the world by his brother’s shadow, so he was sensitive about sharing skills he couldn’t do.
“Fine. But we’ll have to go tomorrow.” she insisted. They continued this bickering and arguing until they both fell into deep slumber. They disputed and quarreled with each other because they were each anticipating what they desired most: to punish the ones who wronged them, to have vengeance.
TO BE CONTINUED…
2 words: Utterly awesome. I can imagine it: Vengeance Between Dimensions By New York Times Best Selling Author Zoe Aguilar. It would make a great book.
Thank you! Parkles also mentioned that she imagined it as a best selling book, too.
Don’t you mean Sparkles? Not Parkles, right?
“Parkles” told me that she wanted to incorporate her favorite plushie’s name into her own. The plushie’s name was “Parka”.
Oh, okay.