by Andy Nadir
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The shadows wrapped around Tabitha, and completely surrounded her. She breathed in sharply, just to test if she could. The air that entered her nose was stale, but breathable.
She stayed in the cocoon of shadows for a long time, but she couldn’t pinpoint the exact time. As she sat, wrapped in shadows, a small beam of light pierced the shadowy veil. Excitedly, she reached to it, and bent the light from outside into a knife with a whistle. She carved a hole through the shadows.
When the hole was large enough, she reached through it. When her hand passed through the veil, it the shadows sank into the ground. She groaned, and sat up. Myron was nowhere to be seen. Her guild mates were also climbing out of their shadows as well.
One of them, Jack, who was only a year older than her jogged over to her. “My Lord, that man was a monster! Are you OK?” He asked.
A soft smile crept onto Tabitha’s face. “I don’t think he is, at least not completely.”
Jack looked confused, but dropped it. “Well, we failed our mission. Not only did we not stop the dark guild, we don’t even know where their base is.”
“Can you call for help with one of your Whistles?”
Tabitha smiled. “I only brought one with me this time, a strange one that I made while asleep. I gave it away to somebody who needed it more than I did.” She said.
Jack sighed. “Great, Jeremy doesn’t have any transportation magic either; it looks like we have to walk to a stable.
Tabitha shrugged, and began walking in one direction happily. “Tabitha, the stable is this way!” called Jeremy, who was heading in the opposite direction.