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                   Shadow Knight Chronicles   
                           By Gambit




                          Chapter Five



Joanna Remfield always prided herself on trying to be strong-she
never much succeeded-but she always tried. She promised herself
that she would not cry when this day came. And the day was here.
Moreover, here she was still all misty eyed as she watched her
little Ethan pack his bag in his room.

       This was her handsome boy. She could not help but cry. She
watched how his gentle, light blonde hair fell over the
mirror-plated shades that she had gotten him just last year. The
boy had well over seven pairs. Joanna should know, she bought
most of them for him.

       She knew this day would hurt, she knew. However, that
didn't help one bit.
       
       Ethan looked over at his adoptive mother and did something
he rarely did; a tear slipped out from behind his shades. "I have
to go, Mom. You know this is the only way. Just take care, all
right? I promise to call." 
       
       That was all it took, the blonde headed woman broke down
into sobs. That, in turn, lead Ethan to do something that he
hardly ever did again. He walked over quickly and gave her a very
hard and warm hug. "It will be all right. I promise. Hey, when
have you ever known me to land on anything but my feet?" He asked
this jokingly but his voice was hoarse.
       
       "You get yourself back to me, you hear. And I mean in one
piece, Ethan." Joanna stated in a stern voice. Such a stern voice
that it manage to break through her teary voice.
       
       "I promise, I promise." And with that, he picked up his
bag and headed out of his room and down the stairs. He knew Shawn
wouldn't be there. He never was much for goodbyes. 
       
       He didn't dare look back at his mother's eyes, for fear of
losing his nerve and staying. If what half of Jesse said was
true, his people really needed him. He was The Chosen. But he
still wasn't completely convinced.
       
                       
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       The trees seemed to pass by in a blur for Ethan. He could
hardly believe that he was really leaving the only real home that
he had ever known. It was almost surreal. The circumstances were
surreal. He tried to keep all thoughts of Shawn and Joanna out of
his mind and just keep his eyes on the scenery.
       
       Two hours and twenty minutes into the trip, Jesse got a
phone call on her car cell. As it turned out, Shain didn't want
her at his Zone at the time that they had allotted. He said that
it was much too dangerous. There were warring factions in the
city of New Orleans and he didn't know how many people would try
to use her against him.
       
       He even suggested a two-week wait at the cabin. Jesse shut
the phone off. I'm not going to argue with that. "Guess what
kiddies? We're going camping." She said in an overly chipper
voice to raise their spirits. She knew they hated leaving their
home.
       
       "What, did you're brother change his mind about us going
up there?" Ethan asked. 
       
       "Yeah, he's having some trouble up by New Orleans, until
it's finished he wants us at the cabin." Jesse replied.
       
       "What's this cabin like anyway?" Tosh asked from the back
seat. She had a pair of earphones hanging around her neck. She
had listened to ACDC almost the entire trip.
       
       "Well, it's not exactly a cabin. It has six rooms and all
the modern conveniences. Shain just started to call it The Cabin
because it's out in the middle of nowhere." She replied, never
taking her eyes off the road. She saw a motel up the road a ways.
"Hey you guys, let's take a pit stop. We'll crash at that motel
and then head out in the morning. Besides, I want to teach you a
few things while we are in this town." She directed the last
statement at Ethan.
       
       They pulled up to the motel and made a complete stop. "So
when we get to cabin, we'll be the only ones there?"
       
       Jesse let out a snort. "Are you kidding? You have
obviously never met Shain. He said that since there will be three
spare rooms we won't be using, he's sending three BladeRunners."
       
       "What's a Blade Runner?" Ethan asked. His mind was
starting to go into overdrive. He was starting to doubt himself
and even he knew that that was a bad thing. 
       
       Jesse gave him a small smile. "Blade Runner's are
basically the bottom line. When it comes to efficiency, there is
no one better. To put it in a way you might understand better,
when it comes to Shadow Knights, Blade Runners are the special
forces."
       
       Looking at Jesse get out of the car and go to the front
desk of the motel, Ethan couldn't help but have a small flash
back, one where he was nine years old. He probably had about a
kilo of cocaine on him. His foster father had given it to him to
take to the motel, and then he was to bring back the money. It
was simple. Right?
       
       He made it to the person he was supposed to give it to,
but right when he went to hand him the bag-it fell to the floor
and busted. That little accident caused him four weeks in the
hospital.
       
       The guy beat him un-mercilessly with a pair of brass
knuckles.
       
       Snapping fingers that were in front of his face brought
him out of his reverie. ". . . Yo, earth to Ethan. Man, are you
there or what?" Tosh asked with a little nervousness in her
voice. Ethan just grew a little pale for about three minutes.
Three minutes: that was how long it took her to bring his eyes
back into focus.
       
       Tosh couldn't blame him for having a lot on his mind. But
she thought that he was thinking about being the Son of Dakrin.
In truth, Tosh had a lot on her mind as well; like being a
Latent.  She didn't know how she should take that. She was a
little glad that she could be like Ethan. But on the other hand,
it was more than a little frightening.
       
       At the beginning of the trip, Tosh shot questions at Jesse
as if they were bullets. She wanted to know all there was to know
about being a Latent. She found out three things. One she already
knew.
       
       That was; to become a Shadow Knight a Latent had to go
through a traumatic first death. Jesse said that first death
would not be permanent unless she was beheaded. She didn't like
the sound of death. If fact, she hated the "D" word.
       
       The second was much rarer. If a Latent went through
extreme emotional duress, they might be able to reach, what Jesse
called, Knighthood. She didn't even want to consider what she
would have to go through to get that upset. She knew it would
have to be something bad, because she just didn't get upseteasy.
       
       The third she liked much better. All she had to do was
talk Ethan into it. And she thought that it shouldn't be too
hard. It would be difficult but not impossible. The third way to
become a Shadow Knight was for a Master to release it. The only
other way it could be released was by four First Adepts. 
       
       The reason she knew that Ethan would be reluctant to do it
was because of what he told her it was like when he went through
the change. For to solid days it felt like his blood was on fire,
was what he told her. That was when she promptly yelled at him
for not saying anything. He also gave her a strange reply. "In
the back of my mind, I knew it was supposed to be this way." It
was a strange response, but she respected it. 
       
       The reason she knew that she would have to argue with him,
was for a simple and uncomplicated fact. He hated seeing her in
pain. Jesse said the pain would be worse for her because if
someone opened her up to Knighthood; those two days of torment
that Ethan went through would all be added up and it would hit
her in a change that would only last for an hour. And it would be
a very long hour, where her body would go through the change. 
       
       Tosh looked over at Ethan, who still had his birth
father's book in his lap and sighed; to her knowledge, her
stepbrother had never opened it up. It was almost as if he were
afraid to do so. It was as if he was afraid of what he would
find. To look at him, a person would swear that he was as solid
as a rock. But all of this was starting to where him down. She
could tell by how tightly he was holding onto the leather bound
Chronicle. It was almost a white-knuckle death grip, but not
quite. She had no idea it was from the flash back he had.
       
       She had to smile a little as she thought about the past
they had together. He was always bailing her out, or trying to
anyway. She didn't know how many times he took the blame for
something she did. He usually wouldn't get away with it though,
and that was for a simple reason; she wouldn't allow it. If she
messed up, she claimed the responsibility. But there were times
that she let him take the blame, for the little stuff. She did
this because she knew that it made him feel better to help her
out of jams.
       
       "Why such serious faces guys?" Jesse asked in a light
voice. She watched them both jump. They were both obliviously in
deep thought. "I got us a room. It's number seven. Let's hope
seven lives up to its luck, huh?"
       
       "Yeah, let's hope." Ethan said with a chuckle as he got
out of the car. He held out a hand and helped Tosh out when he
got out. "Your room awaits, my lady." He stated with a goofy
accent. He was trying his best to lighten his mood. The way he
figured it, if he could go through the motions long enough, maybe
he really wouldn't be so wound up.
       
       Apparently, Tosh was in harmony with the idea. "Why thank
you kind sir."
       
       Jesse just laughed at their antics. "C'mon, I want to get
settled in. We'll rest an hour and then you and I are going to
the mall that is about a fifteen-minute drive from here. The
manager told me about it. I want you to practice your mental
skills," She told Ethan. Jesse then looked at Tosh.  "You'll have
to stay here. I don't his concentration straying." She told Tosh
in a gentle voice. She didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings,
but Ethan was capable of really messing someone up if he lost his
concentration.
       
       "That's cool. I could use a nap anyway." Tosh replied as
the three of them walked towards the room. They got situated in
no time flat.
       
                          
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       Ethan never was one for crowds. He pretty much hated them
his entire life; now was no exception. But this was sort of a
different situation. He was looking for something. Or to be more
specific: someone. A guinea pig to be exact. Jesse wanted him to
flex his mental muscle, as she put it. He really didn't know if
this was right or not, but he was willing to go along with it.
       
       The boy had a plethora of emotions running through his
mind. Was he worthy of being called the Son of Dakrin? Was he
even the real Son of Dakrin? And why did Jesse follow him so
blindly? Sure, he might be a Shadow Knight, but The Son of
Dakrin? How is she so positive? These were the questions running
through the boy's mind.
       
       He looked at all the people that were walking through the
mall. Ordinarily he would have not even come to a place like
this. It wasn't that he had anything against the people here, he
didn't, there was just that there were too many of them. Just off
the odds alone, there had to be at least one asshole out of every
twenty.
       
       He looked over at Jesse, who was slightly smiling, and
looking as beautiful as ever. She had on the same leather jacket
with a sword attached to it, just as he did. Jesse got him a cool
looking leather jacket at the leather shop. A biker's jacket that
cost around two hundred and fifty dollars. They got it free of
course. Then they went to Ace Hardware and got a latch to put on
the jacket, for the sword. 
       
       Because of her mental abilities, no one said a word about
the two swords she was carrying, or about the fact that she took
things freely and attached the latch to the back of the jacket.
From that moment on, he had his on sword on his back, even if he
had no clue as to how to use it.
       
       And then there was the leather belt and boots that she got
him. He was carrying all five daggers that he brought from home
on him now. The boy felt like a walking arsenal. There was a
dagger in each black boot and three that were attached to the
back of his belt. They were all very light and shiny; Jesse said
they were titanium.  With all the blades that he was carrying,
they made him feel-deadly. 
       
       If it wasn't for Jesse's, what she called, mental vibe, he
knew that he would have been picked up for carrying deadly
weapons, or at least hassled.
       
       Ethan looked at his reflection in the mirror and his jaw
almost dropped. The boy standing in front of him was not the boy
he remembered.  Here stood a boy, in the reflection, that had a
dark black leather jacket with an all the zippers and pockets
someone could want and a pair of expensive rich black silver
tipped boots. The daggers were inside them. Jesse said they were
just for back up. The main daggers he would be practicing with
were the ones on his belt.
       
       But what got his attention the most was the sword on his
back. It was slanted at a slight angle that went to the right, so
that he could pull it easily. Jesse's words floated back to him
as if they were dust on the wind.
       
        "A Shadow Knight will live and die by his sword. None of
them will use guns. Even the ones who have undesirable morals,
will live by that code," She clipped the sword to his jacket. "At
the cabin, we will mainly work on your swordplay skills. I said
swordplay, but there is nothing playful about it. If you fuck up,
you'll lose your life." She told him sternly.
       
       "I promise to give it 100%." He replied.
       
       "You had best give it 110%, 'cause we're running out of
time. I would be teaching you swordplay now, but I think you need
to relax a little." She added softly, laying a hand on his
forearm. Even through the leather jacket, the hand made his skin
tingle.
       
       And an hour later, as he stood in front of the shiny
window, he could swear that he could almost feel that slight
tingle. He came to a sudden realization at that moment. He was in
love with Jesse. Either that or he really, really liked her a
lot. But he was sure that she was half of the reason that he left
his home. The other half was because Shawn told him it had to be
done.
       
       He only hoped that he didn't disappoint her. 
       
       When it came to battle, he wondered about himself. When it
came down to it, could he take a life? That's stupid. Yeah, I
could, but am I capable of it? Can I take a life? Can I watch the
usual brightness of a person's eyes slowly flicker out like a
candle in the wind? He thought morbidly. Then he just shook his
head, as if trying to rid himself of such thoughts.
       
       A light cuff to the shoulder shortly startled Ethan out of
his thoughts. "Whatcha ya thinking about that's got your face in
such a god awful frown?" Jesse asked, standing to the right of
him. She could hardly believe she snuck up on him. She had read
Tosh's thoughts and they said that he was almost impossible to
surprise.
       
       "Nothing important," He fibbed. "So, Boss, you got me
decked out in all this gear, what's next?" He was carefully
trying to steer the conversation from what he was thinking.
       
       Jesse saw through the tactic but let it go anyway. "I
thought that we'd start with something easy. I told you about the
vibe that I put out that make people not notice my sword. Well,
I've been adding you into that ever since you put the sword on-I
want you to do it yourself now." She told him with a quirk of a
lip.
       
       "And just how do I do that?" 
       
       Jesse frowned for a moment. "Well . . . Well, what I
usually do is imagine my mind flowing out in all directions. And
at the same time give the command that they do not see the sword
on my back. You can also make it so that they don't see you at
all." She added. Then her eyes lost focus just for a second, then
looked at Ethan. "Ok, nobody at all can see us now. They're
subconscious can see us and they will walk around us, but that's
about it."
       
       Ethan nodded at this.
       
       "Ok, I want you to tell me when you're ready and then I'm
going to take my barrier off you. If you're not using yours, they
will see you." She stated, sitting down on a bench that was near
a water fountain. "Are you ready?"
       
       Ethan made himself imagine that he was sending out radio
waves that told people not to notice him., He thought it would be
easier this way than what Jesse told him to do. "Yeah, I'm
ready." He replied, nodding briskly.
       
       Jesse let the barrier go on Ethan, but left it on herself.
She then watched in amusement as he walked into one of the
clothing stores where a woman was looking at some clothes on a
rack. She laughed outright when he waved his hands in front of
her face like in a classic movie scene. He turned back towards
her, walked over, and sat down. "Now what, Boss," He asked
jovially. He was getting a kick out of his new gifts.
       
       "Now you are going to learn how to enter a person's mind."
She stated simply. She had to laugh again at look of astonishment
on Ethan's face. "It really isn't that hard. You look around in
their head and rearrange a few things. If you mess up, I can fix
it." He really is very moral. I suppose that's good if he's going
to lead our people. She thought. "Well? What are you waiting
for?" She asked, standing up. 
       
       Ethan stood up with her. This will probably be the hardest
part. He thought. "Ok, is there a specific person I should pick
out or will any do?" 
       
       "Pick someone you'd like to fool around with, you look a
little tense." Jesse replied cheekily.
       
       Ethan gave a mock scowl and walked off in search of a
subject; leaving Jesse to think. Jesse might have been putting on
a good act, but the truth was that she was a nervous wreck. She
had emotions that she didn't know what to do with, the first and
foremost being Ethan.
       
       She didn't know how, she didn't know why, but she was
completely certain that she was head over heals for the boy. She
knew that she shouldn't feel this way-but she did. She felt the
love as if it were rooted deep into the very depths of her soul.
The only thing that she could even possibly come up with that
would explain it, was the legend. The legend that said there
really were soul mates out there. It was just that most people
were not lucky enough to find theirs.
       
       But there was also more on her mind besides love. She had
to train him the best she could in the way of the Shadow. She was
having doubts if she could do that well enough. Jesse also knew
that part of that was pride though. She wanted Ethan to be above
just par when Shain got a hold on him. She wanted to prove to her
brother that she was more than a pretty face.
       
       The last time she tried to prove herself to him, he ended
up furious, but had to go along with it never the less. She
managed to get herself to become a spy in the Shadow Zone in New
Mexico. She would send him reports when she could and give him
the vitals on how strong they were. Overall, she had put herself
in a very dangerous position. And she blew her cover by killing
another Knight.
       
       She didn't tell Ethan or Tosh that Shain was sending three
Blade Runners for her safety, and hers alone. Shain always tried
to look out for her. In truth, Shain didn't believe in the myth
of the Son of Dakrin. On the phone, he said that he would indulge
her and find out for himself when he met the boy. And Jesse knew
that Shain would put Ethan through the ringer when he started
testing him.
       
       What surprised Jesse the most was the fact that Ethan
acted like it wasn't a big deal that he wouldn't age. In fact, he
hadn't even asked how old she was. It was all for the best
though, she supposed. She really didn't want to tell him that she
was one hundred and seventeen years old. It wasn't something that
a person bragged about to someone. Especially since she didn't
look a day over 16. She had seen many things in her life. But, by
far, Ethan Remfield was the most interesting.
       
       She just hoped that her unbelieving brother would go easy
on him.
       
       Just then, she looked up to see Ethan making his back to
her. Behind him was a girl with brown hair and blue eyes. She was
wearing a Dallas Cowboys' jersey that was a little big on her. To
accompany the shirt, there was a Dallas Cowboys' ball cap that
she had on backwards, and far enough back to show off her bangs.
Other than that, the girl was wearing a pair of jeans and
sneakers.
       
       Jesse did a quick scan on the girl. She was scared out of
her mind, but that was understandable. Ethan was just useing what
he knew and nothing else. He had just commanded her to follow him
and to act as if nothing was wrong, and not to talk. But on the
inside, the girl was terrified. Ordinarily, Jesse would have
relieved her fears, but she wanted Ethan to do it. The girl was
very pretty, though. And Jesse liked her name. Her name was
Kasey.
       
       She would make him a good follower. Jesse mused. He'll
need to get one eventually. It might as well be now. "Good,
choice." Jesse praised Ethan. "Let's find a place that's a little
quieter. I saw a janitor's room that way, on the way over here."
She said, motioning with her head.
       
       Ethan just nodded. "You got it."
       
       As they started walking towards the janitor's room, Jesse
was doing an in-depth scan on the girl. She was 16 years old. But
that was not what pissed Jesse off. No, what pissed Jesse off
were the scars on the back of her thighs. They were very light,
but there, nonetheless. They were there because her father, the
preacher, decided that he needed to beat The Devil out of her at
least three times a week. When Ethan saw this, she knew he would
feel better about what she was going to ask him to do.
       
       The janitor's door was locked, but with no more than a
flicker of a thought, it was just as easily unlocked. The three
of them walked in. "I've decided something, Ethan."
       
       Ethan looked at her with curiosity.
       
       "Kasey Williams here is going to be your follower," She
started, holding up a hand to forestall the protests that she
knew were coming. "I want you to look into her mind first. Look
at her home life. Look at what she has to live like. Then make a
decision." She finished.
       
       Ethan let out an explosive sigh. "All right, but how do I
look into her mind?" I can't believe I'm actually doing this. He
thought. And I definitely can't believe I'm considering getting a
slave . . . Oops, I mean follower. He thought with a little
sarcasm.
       
       "All you have to do is reach out with your mind and close
your eyes, soon it will find a connection with hers. You will be
able to see all of her memories and emotions. And you should be
able to manipulate erase or create new things in her mind at your
will." Jesse replied as if she were talking about the weather.
She was acting as if it wasn't a big deal on purpose. She didn't
want Ethan too nervous.
       
       Ethan closed his eyes and felt a moment of dizziness that
didn't last no longer than a few seconds, then his mind suddenly
connected to Kasey's mind. It was amazing, or at least it was to
him. The first thing he saw was how terrified she was. He erased
that immediately and made her completely comfortable around him.
He could see how her mind operated her body. He could see her
memories. He could see her fears and hopes. Then he grew angry
when he saw her father. 
       
       He would make her his. But he would leave her personality;
she would exist just for him. If he were truthful, he would say
that this rather put him on a power trip, totally dominating
someone. He was the only friend that she had. That and she was
very sexually attracted to him, and wasn't shy about it either.
The one thing that he didn't make her do was call him "Master".
He would be called "my Lord" instead.
       
       Ethan couldn't believe some of the things that this girl's
father did to her. He would beat her if he thought that she had
even kissed a boy. And at the same time, deep into the night,
guess who would sneak into her room? That's right, her uptight
preacher father; and he would do all the things to her that he
beat her for thinking about.
       
       It was almost scary to Ethan how natural all this seemed.
It was very easy to rewrite someone-- very easy, but also very
exhausting. He changed many things on her body as well as her
mind. The girl would no longer have to shave and her nipples were
more highly sensitive to pleasure now.
       
       When Ethan pulled out of the girls mind, he was breathing
very raggedly, not to mention almost exhausted. He looked over at
Jesse, who was leaning against the wall of the small room. He had
left the silence command on the girl, for now. He wanted Jesse to
look her over. "Care to check my work, sensei?" He asked a little
breathlessly. He was too tired to chuckle at the small joke.
       
       "That's a sure thing, grasshopper. But first let me do
something." She walked over to him and laid a bare hand on his
cheek.
       
       Ethan could feel the power flow into him. In a matter of
seconds, he felt just as good as he did when woke up that
morning. Then her hand was gone and she was breathing just a
little heavily. Ethan looked at her with awe. "What did you do?"
He asked with wonder.
       
       "I just shared some of my Kinetics with you," She stated.
"It's not a big deal." She stated, and she was already starting
to breathe normally. 
       
       Ethan quit talking at that moment because he saw that
Jesse was staring at Kasey. Jesse stared at her a good five
minutes. Then, with her mouth agape, she turned towards Ethan.
"Jeez, Ethan, do you know what you did?!"
       
       "What you told me to?" He asked, clearly confused.
       
       "Yes you did that, but you also burned the commands into
her head so goddamn deep that I couldn't remove them even if I
tried."
       
       "Is this a bad thing?" Ethan asked. He was getting a
little worried now. 
       
       "Not unless you think its ok that the girl can't be away
from you for more than a couple of days. If she's gone any longer
than that, she slips into a severe depression. I've seen it
happen before and it's not a pretty sight," She watched as Ethan
began to grow a little pale. She decided to reassure him a
little. "But look, if you're strong enough to put the commands in
that deep; you can most likely take them out."
       
       "Yeah, maybe I can. I'll definitely look at into it at the
cabin." Ethan replied, but it sounded as if he was trying to
convince himself.
       
       Jesse smirked at him. "Nobody is going to get mad at you
for being too good, Ethan," She looked over at the girl, then
back at Ethan. She then lowered her shades. "Why don't you and
her get to know one another. I think I want to do some shopping."
She stated, giving Ethan a wink and pushing her shades back up.
Then she promptly walked out the door before Ethan could even say
anything.
       
       Ethan watched as the lock locked by itself and knew it was
Jesse's Kinetics at work. He looked over at Kasey and was
surprised. He had programmed her to be happy with him, but her
eyes were misted over in tears. He pulled off the silence command
and she started openly sobbing, which startled him. "What's
wrong?" He asked, but thought it sounded more than a little lame.
He rushed over and engulfed her into a hug.
       
       "You don't really want me." She cried out. 
       
       "Yeah I do, I promise." He stated. What have I gotten
myself into?
       
       "Really, my Lord?" she asked, eyes full of hope.
       
       He knew one way that she would be positive that he wanted
her. He leaned down and caught her mouth in a deep kiss, making
sure to press his thigh against her jean-clad crotch. She moaned
into his mouth and ground her crotch into his leg. She was very
sensitive do to the reprogramming and it was showing.
       
       Ethan broke the kiss and took three steps back. "Undress
for me." He ordered gently.
       
       "Yes, my Lord." Was the response that was given.
       
       Ethan watched as the brown-haired girl undressed for him
and had one thought: Mine. She took off the jersey and bra first
and gave Ethan a view of her very beautiful tits.  "Are they to
your liking, my Lord?" She asked demurely, giving the objects in
question a little jiggle.
       
       "They're perfect." Ethan responded immediately. He was
being turned on to a high degree by this girl. He was even more
turned on when she slipped her sneakers off and pushed down her
jeans, leaving her only in her socks. 
       
       She would have taken them off, but Ethan made his move.
"Lie down." He told her, holding her hand as she slid to the
floor. 
       
       When she was completely laid down, Ethan started by
kissing her neck, listening to her soft mewing noises. He worked
his way down her body further. When he sucked a nipple in his
mouth, Kasey's back arched and she screamed out, "MY LORD!" Then
her body was racked in a mind-blowing orgasm.
       
       When she settled down somewhat, Ethan slowly worked his
cock into her well-lubricated pussy. He started out with slow and
steady strokes. All the while Kasey kept moaning. The longer he
went, the louder she moaned. After about five minutes, she was
moaning constantly and chanting. "My Lord, my Lord, my Lord."
       
       That was all Ethan could take. He came with a loud grunt;
setting off another orgasm in Kasey. Her back arched and she
squealed loudly, then promptly passed out.
       
       Ethan rolled off her and looked up at the ceiling. Being a
Shadow Knight does have its benefits. He thought with a smirk.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       

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