18 (Ch 18)Awake

Faith watched on as the Harbinger of Shadows tore through Abandoned after abandoned. He wanted insight into the different methods of shadow magic but strange things started occurring the more he focused on the Harbinger.

Whenever he'd preform what Faith guessed was another type of shadow magic from then on, the image would distort only once the magic finished, no matter how long the battle went on he didn't get another glimpse at different types of shadow magic, no matter how bad he wanted to see it.

'I guess I should just be content with what I've learned so far. Shadow step will be a big step in power, and Physical shadows will up my abilities a lot if I can get it down'

Faith backtracked from the Shadow harbinger and instead focused on those his love ones to check if they were okay, only to realise that even though they shared the faces of his loved ones they weren't actually them.

For instance his father, a pitch black dragon with red eyes who wielded flame magic, was sending bolts of lightning and blade of wind hurtling through the battle field. As for Eshir, she was engaging in battle with a war hammer and fire magic, while Faith knew his mother's preferred choice of weapon was a long sword and her favourite magic was ice or lightning.

Not to mention Ervis, who was running around with a bow, which made Faith bawl with laughter. Out of all the weapons his master used, a bow would not be one of them. Not to mention his Aura(Internal magic, body magic or enhancement magic) was far to weak to be his master.

This brought Faith a lot of solace but also made him question whatever this dream was, and why he was here? Faith could guess its purpose or what it was trying to show him, but he had no clue who or how it happened.

'I know I'm good at taking things and rolling with em, but this is a little extreme, even for me'

He thought as the Shadow Harbinger cut through dozens of orcs at once. At this point Faith didn't have any hope for the army of abandoned and the more he thought about it the more he realised this must have been in the past.

He doubted their were even half this many Abandoned alive now, and considering the Harbinger's grudge, Faith was a little surprised there were even any at all.

Slowly but surely a thought started to creep into his mind though as he watched on.

Why aren't they doing anything?

The distorted figures leading the army not once had tried to attack the Harbinger, nor helped their so called "comrades" that were being slaughtered by the thousands. They just watched. This disgusted Faith more then he thought it would. How could you abandoned those you called comrades like this, without the slightest hint of regret.

It went on this way until the Harbinger reached the figures who were now flying above him in an effort to either escape, or get the high ground.

"If you think the Skys can save you from me…. No actually considering you tried to take what is mine, I already knew you were that stupid" - The harbinger said before casting away his cloak of shadows.

From his back Two membranous wings sprouted, both sporting the same pitch black tone before the armour morphed itself to cover them, the shadows of the clock entering between the seems. Faith knew these wings well, as his father had shown them off multiple times, but he'd never seen or heard of a dragon with two pairs.

From the stories his parents had told him, Faith would gain his ability to morph into his dragon and demon form when he went through the Passage of equinox. But even Faith wouldn't have two pairs of dragons wings, instead he was supposed to either get Dragon wings or demon wings, or in a rare circumstances he might obtain a both. Demon wings were different though to dragon wings, even though they kept the same membranous like look, they had far less bulk and were smaller, as they were mostly meant for quick Bursts of speed instead of constant flight like dragon wings.

Yet the Harbinger carried two sets of dragon wings as he shot from the ground leaving a crater in his wake. Faith was ready to see the distorted figures get what was coming to them but as the harbinger approached he felt a weightlessness surround him.

Then with no warning there then that, as the harbinger blade was about to meet its next kill, Faith was ripped out of his dream.

Before he fully departed though a strange deep and guttural voice, that was surprising feminine like resounded in his head.

"Come back, when your stronger. The more you're prepared, the more we can show" - it spoke before he came to his senses.

Faith bolted his five year old figure, which now contained hints of muscle, straight up to a 90 degrees angle. His entire bed was drenched in sweat and his body felt like it was a living humidifying, not to mention most of it was gone.

Faith took his time to breath and get himself back to normal, focusing on his twin heart beat. Eventually the Heat in his body subsided and when it did Faith went to his dresser to pick out a new pair of pyjamas.

He had no idea when or how but his cloths had disappeared along with most of his bed, it pained him thinking of how his favourite pair of PJs was now a pile of ash next to his bed. He fitted his new set of black and purple pjs and then took a look at himself in the mirror.

The sun was slightly in the sky and he didn't want Sapphire to burst in on him naked, even if he was five in body, he had still lived up to the age of a teenager before his death so it wasn't a nice feeling to have others peep at him nude.

Starring into the mirror Faith saw something that startled him.

His Iris's were silver, along with his hair.

Faith blinked to check if he was seeing things, but this time he was normal. His hair white with his eyes red, carrying tints of purple.

"What in Exodus's name was that" - he said looking at himself in the mirror.

His hair was getting longer by the day and he was forced to tie some of it back along the nape of his neck, since he preferred his hair to not go past his ears, bangs included. The overall look gave him a sort of French vibe, at least in Faith's opinion.

'Looks like I'm about ready to start a revolution, now all I need is a unjust king, a guillotine and some cake'

Faith thought to himself with a minor chuckle as he enacted a miniature war for France inside his head. Whenever Faith looked at himself inside the mirror, he felt like he might be turning into a narcissist. His age made his features more cute then handsome, but looking at him one could tell that he'd surely grow into your classic Play boy prince.

'Now I think about it, white hair, red eyes, prince of demons. Am I just Lucifer with extra steps, no actually Lucifer radiated charisma while I swear I emit a natural anti people spray from my body. Plus he wasn't a dragon, HA, suck shit devil you may have friends BUT I GOT MAGIC….. although I kinda want the former…. FUCKKK!!"

His demons outbursts were becoming a little more frequent and Sapphire opened the door, planning to walk Faith, only to see him brandish his personal forgotten blade against the mirror.

"BRING IT PROBLEMS, I'LL STRIKE YOU DOWN WITH A SMILE" - he shouted before charging at his full length mirror like a mad man.

If he wasn't a child sapphire would have thought Faith had long since lost his mind. She managed to stop him by announcing her presence, although it also made Faith shutter back in embarrassment.

"Honestly Faith, you do the strangest… … … .. what happened to your bed?" - only now did sapphire notice that a majority of Faith's king size bed, fit for a prince, was missing.

Faith looked back at her surveying all his toys, his desser and his wardrobe for any possible excuses, but found none. Gathering up all the courage he could muster Faith replied with a black expression pointing at the bed in question.

"It was like that when I found it"

He stated playing his childhood trump card.