Myth and Shadow

[wicked]

The following is an original piece the prefaces a much grander story which has yet been unfurled. All characters belong to me as does the plot. The title is a work in progress but it will do for this bit.

I suppose you could refer to this as a prologue of sorts or just take it as a preface. The has nothing to do with my othe original piece Blood Sacrifice and has nothing to do with vampires. I will continue to use my online persona until the time or need comes that I must use my true name.

MYTH AND SHADOW
by Wicked Child

Myth and Shadow. That?s what they were known as. Two entities that existed and yet were not tangible. Inseparable. Unified. One. Existing only for the other. Dying because of the other.

Shadow came first, obeying only if the need arose. Shadow was a spirit, independent of others, in a class alone, beyond anyone or anything. The power to create or destroy at hand yet never used. Yes, Shadow had power unimaginable, even unto this day. But Shadow was under the command of a lesser being; only able to use specified power at specified times. While not happy, Shadow was near content.

Then came Myth. Myth with untapped potential, powers unrealized, and a destiny unknown. Shadow became obsessed for which an order by that which is lesser forbade the old meeting or touching the new. However, fate had other ideas, bringing the two together, working in tandem. From there a strange connection developed. Myth was in awe of Shadow for various reasons as Shadow was obsessed with the new partner. The partnership worked, too well. They became known as legend, living up to their names.

It became clear that Myth was the only one Shadow would obey. Shadow?s obsession worsened over time. Myth was a possession; a being that belonged solely to Shadow. Woe unto the creature that dare to touch or breathe upon Myth. Violence was a part of Shadow?s nature and Shadow always felt that nature must never be denied. As for Myth, well, Myth only lived for Shadow.

Their commander saw this, fearful of the outcome, deciding to put a stop to it once and for all. While Shadow was important, Myth was the one that truly mattered. Thus came about Shadow?s death, a mission of no return. A suicide mission. Myth, of course, tried to stop it but to no avail. As Shadow died, they say you could hear Myth?s screams regardless of where you were that fateful night. All I do know is that a freak storm ravaged the lands, destroying much.
While this was a concern for the commander, it went rather unnoticed, a mistake in and of itself. The commander silently rejoiced at Shadow?s demise while loudly lamenting the unfortunate outcome. In all the commander?s elation, another mistake was made.

Myth lived for Shadow, was created by Shadow, worshipped Shadow. Now, Shadow was dead. Myth no longer had reason to exist. In front of the commander?s horror stricken face, Myth died. Replacements were in order.

Following is the true tale of Myth and Shadow and the men that replaced them.

[Calla Lily]

OO' Whoa. That's all I can say for now... and you will update, wicked... right? You've got one helluva story here.

~Calla.

[melrose_stormhaven]

whooo...I think this has a lot of potential...more