I'm the kid with the big plans, I just don't know them yet. But I'm a freshman in college and hope to some day become more than a mystery. As for now? Life is a book, each day is a paragraph and each week a chapter. It's kind of a long book, but I hope mine is quite the page-turner.|
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I’ll be the first to admit I’m scared of my own shadow. Terrified of it, actually. But that isn’t to say I’m a coward. See, as a peryton, you’re born with someone else’s shadow. In exchange, you get immortality. You’re forever young, as the song goes. And I suppose that long ago, somebody thought it would be a blessing.
I mean, they weren’t entirely cruel. There is a way out of this eternity. That’s where our shadow comes in. You see, our shadow belongs to the one person we are guaranteed to kill. Because in this instance, it isn’t about the life you take but the death you receive in exchange.
Tell me, do you believe in destiny?
I never intended to kill my shadow. It just so happened he was the villain in this story. (And I suppose it’s always possible there are two.) But that was a tall bald man. The kind of tall bald man that I had always been so careful to avoid. I intended to carry out my life sentence violence-free.
But today? Today I killed him. And it wasn’t to escape- as I suppose the curse is intended for. It was to save a friend.
And now? After all of that, I have never been more scared of my shadow. Because when I looked down, I didn’t see myself. Imagine my surprise when I saw the friend I had sought to protect had become my new shadow.
And frankly, I’d rather face myself.
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