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ôWhereàwhere am I?ö He touched his head and rubbed his temples. ôWhat is this place?ö
It was dark, so dark he could not see ahead of himself. His hands reached out into the darkness, and nothing happened. He could not even see his hand, not a glimpse. Frowning, he tried again, and the same thing happened.
ôI wouldnÆt do that if I were you.ö He heard a voice say.
ôWhy not?ö he asked.
ôBecause it would be pointless.ö He felt a hand touch his face. Immediately he flinched. ôWhatÆs going on?ö This wasnÆt right. The last thing he remembered was being on a blimp. This place, wherever it was, was not likely to be one.
For one thing it felt evil. He knew a thing or two about evil.
ôI canÆt see.ö
ôI know.ö
ôIs there anything you can do?ö
ôMaybe.ö The voice got closer. ôMaybe not.ö
ôThat doesnÆt answer my question.ö Then again, most of the people he met talked this way. It was just something he had grown accustomed too. ôWhat do you want from me?ö
The voice paused. He took the time to wonder if that was the right thing to ask. ôWhy do you think we want anything from you?ö
ôThen why kidnap me?ö
ôWhy do you think we kidnapped you?ö
He frowned. ôBecause thatÆs what everyone seems to do.ö Every bad guy he had ever faced used this strategy, so why not this one? ôIÆm tired of playing games-ô
ôTired of games?ö The man laughed. He knew it was a man now. However, something was off about this one, he just could not place what.
ôWhatÆs so funny?ö Someone was laughing. Or something. Voices, there were more than one. How could he have missed it?
ôGames, you tell me you donÆt want to play games.ö
He grit his teeth. ôThere is a time to play, and a time to get serious.ö He struggled to move his hands. They were bound. When did the voice have the time to do that?
The voices became loader. ôEnough.ö The voice came closer, once again, this time reaching his ear. ôIÆm in need of your skills.ö
ôSkills?ö He knew perfectly well what skills this man was talking about. But he also knew he wouldnÆt let his skills go that easy. His kinder self would disagree, but his kinder self wasnÆt in charge now. ôWhat kind of skills?ö
ôDonÆt play games with ME.ö
ôGames? Oh, but IÆm a man made of games.ö He smiled a nasty smile. ôWhat is a man made of games to do?ö
He thought he heard a chuckle. ôYour sense of humor is awful.ö The man reached out to touch him. ôBut I wonder, will you be laughing when I take off your blinds?ö
ôBlinds?ö he moved his face. It made sense now, that annoying itch.
ôOr we could leave them on until you behave.ö
ôIÆm no animal.ö
ôI never said you were.ö
He paused. What was he supposed to do? He was far from home, far from the blimp, far from grandpa, and from his friends. He didnÆt know where his magical items were, and there was just no way he could get back to the tournament to finish off his enemy in time.
Not when he had been kidnapped intoàwhere?
A thought hit him. ôTake off this blind, and IÆll see for myself.ö
ôSee what?ö
ôWhether IÆll laugh, iÆve seen some strange things before.ö So many monsters. Big, small, medium, or tall.
ôTrust me, you wonÆt laugh.ö His blinds came off.
There was no blindness, or flash of light. No sting, or pain. There was, however, darkness, and much more. The more came a second later when the shadows, that he previously thought was darkness, started to morph and contort. They were forming shapes, human shapes, and were coming closer. They were reaching out to him.
ôDo you want to run?ö
He looked at the man. Sure enough it was a man, but a strange one at that. He was extremely feminine. Silver hair, or was it blond? He couldnÆt tell. He wore an odd suit. Grey, and something the SS from Germany would have worn during WWII, or at least thatÆs what his history books told him.
ôWhy should I run?ö
ôBecause they arenÆt human.ö
He looked back at the shadows. Sure enough, they werenÆt human. ôÆIÆve seen stranger.ö A five-headed dragon for one, each with a head made from a different element. ôAt least they arenÆt very big.ö
ôNo, they tend not to get very big.ö The shadows started taking solid form, very feminine ones.
He looked down at his shackled hands, then back to the forming females. ôI donÆt want to be handcuffed when they come near.ö
ôOh?ö
ôYes.ö
ôWhy?ö
ôBecause most girls donÆt have fangs, teeth, horns, or pointy ears.ö
ôMost?ö the fem-man asked.
He shrugged. ôWhen youÆve played the game as long as I have, you kind of get used to girls with wings.ö
ôAnd tails?ö
ôAnd fins, laser beams, and magic too.ö The girls were almost here. Up close some of them looked scary, some not. ôEither way, they look hungry.ö
ôThey are hungry.ö The man took a step back.
He watched the background. It was a cave? A cave made of black marble. No, that wasnÆt right. The walls looked to be made of stone woodàwhat?
ôWhat is this place?ö
ôTake a guess.ö The man melded into the wall, like he was fading. ôOr not.ö He vanished completely.
He looked back at the girls. Most of them looked at him with curiosity. All of them with hunger. He frowned. This had to be another game. He must have woken up in another one of those virtual reality worlds. What would this be? A second time? The first when his rival became trapped in that fantasy land, and the second when his rivalÆs step-brother summoned him into ANOTHER virtual reality land?
He frowned. ôYou there?ö
æYes, IÆm here.Æ
ôSo what do you think is happening,ö he said to the voice in his head. ôYou think weÆre stuck in another virtual reality game?ö
æMaybe, IÆve been watching them, and, well, youÆre not going to believe me.Æ
ôOh?ö
æSeems like they were doing some kind of summoning ritual and they failed, I think.Æ
ôWhy do you say that?ö
æBecause they DID get you,Æ the voice in his head said.
ôThat doesnÆt make any sense,ö he mumbled. ôYouÆre the owner of this body.ö
æYes, but they were trying to summon something. I think a Shadow Warrior?Æ
He thought about that. ôNothing good ever comes from dealing with Shadows.ö
æBut youÆre a shadowàand I think that worked out well.Æ
He smiled. ôThank you.ö
æWelcome.Æ
The monster girls had him surrounded from all sides. ôMay I help you?ö
The girls looked at one another, then at him. From the centre, four girls started walking through the crowd. They looked like faeries, with long dragon fly wings. He wasnÆt sure but they carried whips?
ôI donÆt know.ö The leader of these four titled her head, looking him up and down.
ôThen try me.ö
ôOh, we plan to.ö The blue one-stepped in front of the green one. Clearly, there was a leadership issue between the two, he thought.
ôThen ask.ö
æAre you sure this is a good idea,Æ his inner self asked. æMaybe you should take more time to evaluate your situation?Æ
He ignored that advice. He had some things to establish first. ôYou are monsters, arenÆt you?ö
ôYes.ö The all said in unison.
ôAnd you are hungry, arenÆt you?ö
ôYes.ö
ôThen why arenÆt you eating me,ö he finished lamely.
The four faeries looked at his hand, then back at him. ôBecause of those deck of cards you held when you arrived here.ö
ôMy deck?ö This was getting interesting.
ôYes,ö Blue said. ôour General placed those cards into the strange device and, oddly enough, one of our brethren came out.ö
That got a raised eyebrow. ôOne of your brethren?ö
The four looked nervous. ôOne of the creatures of the Shadow Realm.ö
æYami, I have a bad feeling about this.Æ
...
ôWhereàwhere am I?ö He touched his head and rubbed his temples. ôWhat is this place?ö
It was dark, so dark he could not see ahead of himself. His hands reached out into the darkness, and nothing happened. He could not even see his hand, not a glimpse. Frowning, he tried again, and the same thing happened.
ôI wouldnÆt do that if I were you.ö He heard a voice say.
ôWhy not?ö he asked.
ôBecause it would be pointless.ö He felt a hand touch his face. Immediately he flinched. ôWhatÆs going on?ö This wasnÆt right. The last thing he remembered was being on a blimp. This place, wherever it was, was not likely to be one.
For one thing it felt evil. He knew a thing or two about evil.
ôI canÆt see.ö
ôI know.ö
ôIs there anything you can do?ö
ôMaybe.ö The voice got closer. ôMaybe not.ö
ôThat doesnÆt answer my question.ö Then again, most of the people he met talked this way. It was just something he had grown accustomed too. ôWhat do you want from me?ö
The voice paused. He took the time to wonder if that was the right thing to ask. ôWhy do you think we want anything from you?ö
ôThen why kidnap me?ö
ôWhy do you think we kidnapped you?ö
He frowned. ôBecause thatÆs what everyone seems to do.ö Every bad guy he had ever faced used this strategy, so why not this one? ôIÆm tired of playing games-ô
ôTired of games?ö The man laughed. He knew it was a man now. However, something was off about this one, he just could not place what.
ôWhatÆs so funny?ö Someone was laughing. Or something. Voices, there were more than one. How could he have missed it?
ôGames, you tell me you donÆt want to play games.ö
He grit his teeth. ôThere is a time to play, and a time to get serious.ö He struggled to move his hands. They were bound. When did the voice have the time to do that?
The voices became loader. ôEnough.ö The voice came closer, once again, this time reaching his ear. ôIÆm in need of your skills.ö
ôSkills?ö He knew perfectly well what skills this man was talking about. But he also knew he wouldnÆt let his skills go that easy. His kinder self would disagree, but his kinder self wasnÆt in charge now. ôWhat kind of skills?ö
ôDonÆt play games with ME.ö
ôGames? Oh, but IÆm a man made of games.ö He smiled a nasty smile. ôWhat is a man made of games to do?ö
He thought he heard a chuckle. ôYour sense of humor is awful.ö The man reached out to touch him. ôBut I wonder, will you be laughing when I take off your blinds?ö
ôBlinds?ö he moved his face. It made sense now, that annoying itch.
ôOr we could leave them on until you behave.ö
ôIÆm no animal.ö
ôI never said you were.ö
He paused. What was he supposed to do? He was far from home, far from the blimp, far from grandpa, and from his friends. He didnÆt know where his magical items were, and there was just no way he could get back to the tournament to finish off his enemy in time.
Not when he had been kidnapped intoàwhere?
A thought hit him. ôTake off this blind, and IÆll see for myself.ö
ôSee what?ö
ôWhether IÆll laugh, iÆve seen some strange things before.ö So many monsters. Big, small, medium, or tall.
ôTrust me, you wonÆt laugh.ö His blinds came off.
There was no blindness, or flash of light. No sting, or pain. There was, however, darkness, and much more. The more came a second later when the shadows, that he previously thought was darkness, started to morph and contort. They were forming shapes, human shapes, and were coming closer. They were reaching out to him.
ôDo you want to run?ö
He looked at the man. Sure enough it was a man, but a strange one at that. He was extremely feminine. Silver hair, or was it blond? He couldnÆt tell. He wore an odd suit. Grey, and something the SS from Germany would have worn during WWII, or at least thatÆs what his history books told him.
ôWhy should I run?ö
ôBecause they arenÆt human.ö
He looked back at the shadows. Sure enough, they werenÆt human. ôÆIÆve seen stranger.ö A five-headed dragon for one, each with a head made from a different element. ôAt least they arenÆt very big.ö
ôNo, they tend not to get very big.ö The shadows started taking solid form, very feminine ones.
He looked down at his shackled hands, then back to the forming females. ôI donÆt want to be handcuffed when they come near.ö
ôOh?ö
ôYes.ö
ôWhy?ö
ôBecause most girls donÆt have fangs, teeth, horns, or pointy ears.ö
ôMost?ö the fem-man asked.
He shrugged. ôWhen youÆve played the game as long as I have, you kind of get used to girls with wings.ö
ôAnd tails?ö
ôAnd fins, laser beams, and magic too.ö The girls were almost here. Up close some of them looked scary, some not. ôEither way, they look hungry.ö
ôThey are hungry.ö The man took a step back.
He watched the background. It was a cave? A cave made of black marble. No, that wasnÆt right. The walls looked to be made of stone woodàwhat?
ôWhat is this place?ö
ôTake a guess.ö The man melded into the wall, like he was fading. ôOr not.ö He vanished completely.
He looked back at the girls. Most of them looked at him with curiosity. All of them with hunger. He frowned. This had to be another game. He must have woken up in another one of those virtual reality worlds. What would this be? A second time? The first when his rival became trapped in that fantasy land, and the second when his rivalÆs step-brother summoned him into ANOTHER virtual reality land?
He frowned. ôYou there?ö
æYes, IÆm here.Æ
ôSo what do you think is happening,ö he said to the voice in his head. ôYou think weÆre stuck in another virtual reality game?ö
æMaybe, IÆve been watching them, and, well, youÆre not going to believe me.Æ
ôOh?ö
æSeems like they were doing some kind of summoning ritual and they failed, I think.Æ
ôWhy do you say that?ö
æBecause they DID get you,Æ the voice in his head said.
ôThat doesnÆt make any sense,ö he mumbled. ôYouÆre the owner of this body.ö
æYes, but they were trying to summon something. I think a Shadow Warrior?Æ
He thought about that. ôNothing good ever comes from dealing with Shadows.ö
æBut youÆre a shadowàand I think that worked out well.Æ
He smiled. ôThank you.ö
æWelcome.Æ
The monster girls had him surrounded from all sides. ôMay I help you?ö
The girls looked at one another, then at him. From the centre, four girls started walking through the crowd. They looked like faeries, with long dragon fly wings. He wasnÆt sure but they carried whips?
ôI donÆt know.ö The leader of these four titled her head, looking him up and down.
ôThen try me.ö
ôOh, we plan to.ö The blue one-stepped in front of the green one. Clearly, there was a leadership issue between the two, he thought.
ôThen ask.ö
æAre you sure this is a good idea,Æ his inner self asked. æMaybe you should take more time to evaluate your situation?Æ
He ignored that advice. He had some things to establish first. ôYou are monsters, arenÆt you?ö
ôYes.ö The all said in unison.
ôAnd you are hungry, arenÆt you?ö
ôYes.ö
ôThen why arenÆt you eating me,ö he finished lamely.
The four faeries looked at his hand, then back at him. ôBecause of those deck of cards you held when you arrived here.ö
ôMy deck?ö This was getting interesting.
ôYes,ö Blue said. ôour General placed those cards into the strange device and, oddly enough, one of our brethren came out.ö
That got a raised eyebrow. ôOne of your brethren?ö
The four looked nervous. ôOne of the creatures of the Shadow Realm.ö
æYami, I have a bad feeling about this.Æ