Status: Every day unless we say.
We Are the Revelation!
The Shadow
It at least brought me some concept of consolation that I knew what was attacking us. On the other hand, I didn’t have the faintest wisp of an idea how large and powerful it was. I resisted the urge to peek my head out the large iron door to see what kind of monstrosity we were facing.
“As we don’t have any main weapons, I can craft a few for you to use at hand. You!” He said, pointing to Sapphire.
“Weapon of choice. Tell me, now.”
Sapphire’s hand began to play with the tangles of her hair. Her eyebrows knitted, showing that she was concentrating.
“I really don’t know… I usually just use my hands and feet.” As Sapphire said that, I began to rub a small bruise of my left forearm. Sapphire is a good fighter. I thought. Even so, Jake’s expression turned grim.
“Fear shadows are not simply defeated by elementary punches and kicks. These demons are from farther parts of hell that even Lucifer himself dare not go in those murky depths. They feed off negative energy. If you feel the slightest emotion that is even close to being contemptuous, jealous, or even the slightest bit agitated, you better run. Because what those F.E.A.R shadows do to you is they suck out your soul. Once their greed of bad emotions is satisfied, they have the power to kill you. Now, granted, if your soul is gone… you’re not technically DEAD… you just aren’t yourself anymore. You lose consciousness of your own being, and you become what I think you would call a ‘vegetable’. Now listen to me, very closely. You need to stay positive, no matter what happens. If one of us dies, just leave them. There is no time for tears. Just run.”
As Jake finished his speech, I began to think about how hard this will be. I had thought about the consequences many times before, but I hadn’t known about this major threat until mere seconds ago. I would’ve rather taken dead than soulless, any day.
After Jake had crafted our weapons, (me a bow and arrow, Sapphire a 9-millimetre gun like the kind they use in James Bond movies.) he showed us some basic battle formations and some weaknesses in Fear shadows.
“So what do these things look like?” I asked. “Do you have a photograph?” Jake sighed.
“They cannot be taken on any type of film. They’re like vampires; they can’t be seen on a captured image. So, why don’t you find out for yourself?” He said while he was handing us armor.
I glanced at Sapphire, whose fearfully brave expression told me that she wasn’t entirely ready for this. Even so, she cocked her gun and stood at attention. Jake handed her a pack of ammo.
“It’s always important to remember extra ammunition in times like this,” He reminded us. “Your supply could run dry any moment. Also, remember, think happy, positive thoughts and keep your emotions confident and content. Are you ready?” He asked us.
I gulped, and then exhaled a deep amount of air. I looked wearily at my sturdy yew bow, crafted with consistency and poise.
The elastic held between the top and bottom of the bow shone with silver tinsel and gold. The arrows were 6 inches of majesty, deadliness, and cypress. The arrowhead, made of glistening diamonds, was carved to a point that even the slightest touch would make you bleed. At the end of the arrow, sharp and elegant, were two robin feathers.
I slung the deer-hide quiver over my back and loaded all twenty arrows into it. I nodded shakily. When Jake wasn’t looking, I snatched two extra arrows and slid them into my boot in case I ran out. Rule number 1: Always carry extra ammo. Jake looked at me.
“Would you like to be the first to emerge to battle?” He asked.
I closed my eyes and nodded somberly.
Sapphire mouthed, “Go.”
I clutched my bow close to my chest and took four wobbly steps to the large iron door. That large iron door was the one thing separating us and the Fear shadow. My hand extended slowly and carefully and grasped the rectangular handle. I pulled.
In front of me was the most horrifying creature I had ever seen in all the seventeen years of my life. Its 6 foot figure was a menacing black, wearing robes of matching color. It looked like dust, like it was a projection with smoke and mirrors. It had two horns resting upon its misshapen head. Its face was the most terribly gruesome thing of all. There was no face, just a skull. Not a skull like you find in the dentist’s office. This skull was black and rotting. As the creature floated before me, I felt the urge to be unhappy and discontent. I fought it off. I grabbed a bow out of my quiver and loaded it into my bow. I blew the hair out of my face and said,
“Hasta la vista, baby.”
“As we don’t have any main weapons, I can craft a few for you to use at hand. You!” He said, pointing to Sapphire.
“Weapon of choice. Tell me, now.”
Sapphire’s hand began to play with the tangles of her hair. Her eyebrows knitted, showing that she was concentrating.
“I really don’t know… I usually just use my hands and feet.” As Sapphire said that, I began to rub a small bruise of my left forearm. Sapphire is a good fighter. I thought. Even so, Jake’s expression turned grim.
“Fear shadows are not simply defeated by elementary punches and kicks. These demons are from farther parts of hell that even Lucifer himself dare not go in those murky depths. They feed off negative energy. If you feel the slightest emotion that is even close to being contemptuous, jealous, or even the slightest bit agitated, you better run. Because what those F.E.A.R shadows do to you is they suck out your soul. Once their greed of bad emotions is satisfied, they have the power to kill you. Now, granted, if your soul is gone… you’re not technically DEAD… you just aren’t yourself anymore. You lose consciousness of your own being, and you become what I think you would call a ‘vegetable’. Now listen to me, very closely. You need to stay positive, no matter what happens. If one of us dies, just leave them. There is no time for tears. Just run.”
As Jake finished his speech, I began to think about how hard this will be. I had thought about the consequences many times before, but I hadn’t known about this major threat until mere seconds ago. I would’ve rather taken dead than soulless, any day.
After Jake had crafted our weapons, (me a bow and arrow, Sapphire a 9-millimetre gun like the kind they use in James Bond movies.) he showed us some basic battle formations and some weaknesses in Fear shadows.
“So what do these things look like?” I asked. “Do you have a photograph?” Jake sighed.
“They cannot be taken on any type of film. They’re like vampires; they can’t be seen on a captured image. So, why don’t you find out for yourself?” He said while he was handing us armor.
I glanced at Sapphire, whose fearfully brave expression told me that she wasn’t entirely ready for this. Even so, she cocked her gun and stood at attention. Jake handed her a pack of ammo.
“It’s always important to remember extra ammunition in times like this,” He reminded us. “Your supply could run dry any moment. Also, remember, think happy, positive thoughts and keep your emotions confident and content. Are you ready?” He asked us.
I gulped, and then exhaled a deep amount of air. I looked wearily at my sturdy yew bow, crafted with consistency and poise.
The elastic held between the top and bottom of the bow shone with silver tinsel and gold. The arrows were 6 inches of majesty, deadliness, and cypress. The arrowhead, made of glistening diamonds, was carved to a point that even the slightest touch would make you bleed. At the end of the arrow, sharp and elegant, were two robin feathers.
I slung the deer-hide quiver over my back and loaded all twenty arrows into it. I nodded shakily. When Jake wasn’t looking, I snatched two extra arrows and slid them into my boot in case I ran out. Rule number 1: Always carry extra ammo. Jake looked at me.
“Would you like to be the first to emerge to battle?” He asked.
I closed my eyes and nodded somberly.
Sapphire mouthed, “Go.”
I clutched my bow close to my chest and took four wobbly steps to the large iron door. That large iron door was the one thing separating us and the Fear shadow. My hand extended slowly and carefully and grasped the rectangular handle. I pulled.
In front of me was the most horrifying creature I had ever seen in all the seventeen years of my life. Its 6 foot figure was a menacing black, wearing robes of matching color. It looked like dust, like it was a projection with smoke and mirrors. It had two horns resting upon its misshapen head. Its face was the most terribly gruesome thing of all. There was no face, just a skull. Not a skull like you find in the dentist’s office. This skull was black and rotting. As the creature floated before me, I felt the urge to be unhappy and discontent. I fought it off. I grabbed a bow out of my quiver and loaded it into my bow. I blew the hair out of my face and said,
“Hasta la vista, baby.”