The next morning I got out of bed and looked at my self. But, as you might remember, I didn't actually see myself. I didn't think much of the ailment that had taken my sight. It was the price to pay for my powers. But today, I was thinking about it. I was thinking hard. Because today, I knew I would have it all back.
I shade walked through time to the date that Machiavelli had left for me. I knew it would be the last time I ever felt the rush of darkness over me, carrying me to were I wanted to go. I would miss it. But it was worth it for revenge. Because I had realized that The Voice wasn't the savior I thought it was. It had taken me away from the ashes of my old life and quarantined me from all that I could have loved.
I came out in the Saint Mark's Basilica chapel in Venice, Italy. It seemed both alien and familiar, like moving back into a old house after you've been away for years. I looked with the shadow of the cave from all those years ago, and I realized where I was. I ran up the stairs two at a time as I headed towards one of the spires of the biulding. I passed a painting that I saw in the map of shade.
I knocked it aside, revealing a hole in the wall. I climbed in and was instantly relaxed. This was it. This was The Cave. I found the path to the outside that I had taken all those years ago. Thats when I heard it.
"So, you've returned" The Voice said. But this time I knew it wasn't just a voice. And I knew what it was.
"Your book was ingenious" I said to it. "A true work of literature. Tell me Father, how did you get here?"
"The same way you did. I too am a Shadow-charmer."
"Then I guess there's just one thing left to do." I threw darkness at the Voice, otherwise known as the Shadow-charmer Machiavelli. He parried it aside, and responded with a fist of pure night that sent me flying across the room. I landed in a heap, thinking that I would soon black out.
I heard Machiavelli land beside me, then he picked me up by my throat.
"Son, you know you cant beat me." He said. I responded by spitting in his eyes. "OK, then, I'm going to teach you some manners." He slammed me onto the ground and then threw me into the air. I landed in his arms. Then he threw me out the path to the outside of the cave.
When I landed I was in a small clearing surrounded by trees. My Father landed beside me. He punched me and I flew into the ground. I lay there, thinking I was beat and just wanting to see the sun one last time, when I realized that I had the key to beating Him all along.
I looked inside myself, took a breath, and shifted the darkness off of my heart. It felt like a weight lifting off of my shoulders. Instantly I tore off the tattered blindfold that I had worn all these years and saw the sun shining down on me.
I looked at my father for the first time, and was pitiful at what I saw. He was shriveled like prune with a rag running across his eyes. He was dressed in rags that limply hung from a scarred and bruised body. I walked up to him, light shining from my eyes, and tore off his blindfold. He looked at me with eyes that were full of a pleading look of self pity.
"Kill me," he said, "Kill me like I could have killed you!"
"No"I said, looking him right in his eyes, "You don't deserve death."
I left him there, crying for death, for I showed him light and he hid in the shadows.
I shade walked through time to the date that Machiavelli had left for me. I knew it would be the last time I ever felt the rush of darkness over me, carrying me to were I wanted to go. I would miss it. But it was worth it for revenge. Because I had realized that The Voice wasn't the savior I thought it was. It had taken me away from the ashes of my old life and quarantined me from all that I could have loved.
I came out in the Saint Mark's Basilica chapel in Venice, Italy. It seemed both alien and familiar, like moving back into a old house after you've been away for years. I looked with the shadow of the cave from all those years ago, and I realized where I was. I ran up the stairs two at a time as I headed towards one of the spires of the biulding. I passed a painting that I saw in the map of shade.
I knocked it aside, revealing a hole in the wall. I climbed in and was instantly relaxed. This was it. This was The Cave. I found the path to the outside that I had taken all those years ago. Thats when I heard it.
"So, you've returned" The Voice said. But this time I knew it wasn't just a voice. And I knew what it was.
"Your book was ingenious" I said to it. "A true work of literature. Tell me Father, how did you get here?"
"The same way you did. I too am a Shadow-charmer."
"Then I guess there's just one thing left to do." I threw darkness at the Voice, otherwise known as the Shadow-charmer Machiavelli. He parried it aside, and responded with a fist of pure night that sent me flying across the room. I landed in a heap, thinking that I would soon black out.
I heard Machiavelli land beside me, then he picked me up by my throat.
"Son, you know you cant beat me." He said. I responded by spitting in his eyes. "OK, then, I'm going to teach you some manners." He slammed me onto the ground and then threw me into the air. I landed in his arms. Then he threw me out the path to the outside of the cave.
When I landed I was in a small clearing surrounded by trees. My Father landed beside me. He punched me and I flew into the ground. I lay there, thinking I was beat and just wanting to see the sun one last time, when I realized that I had the key to beating Him all along.
I looked inside myself, took a breath, and shifted the darkness off of my heart. It felt like a weight lifting off of my shoulders. Instantly I tore off the tattered blindfold that I had worn all these years and saw the sun shining down on me.
I looked at my father for the first time, and was pitiful at what I saw. He was shriveled like prune with a rag running across his eyes. He was dressed in rags that limply hung from a scarred and bruised body. I walked up to him, light shining from my eyes, and tore off his blindfold. He looked at me with eyes that were full of a pleading look of self pity.
"Kill me," he said, "Kill me like I could have killed you!"
"No"I said, looking him right in his eyes, "You don't deserve death."
I left him there, crying for death, for I showed him light and he hid in the shadows.
