Hunter prepares himself for his traditional role, then spends a minute with Ebony in awe of the moon. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/881637225/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/884599627/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/884588686/ Chapter 51: Hunter now had one thing left to do: prepare himself. He walked all the way until he reached a familiar place, a cliff edge surrounded by thick trees on one side and ending on a jagged edge at the other. Sure it was dangerous, but it was also calm. He sat down on his knees and mustered a few spirit soldiers to stand guard on one side. He would need all his shadows for this task. Removing his dagger, crossbow, and stars, he laid them out in front of him and began cleansing each carefully with shadows until they were sharper and darker than before. Excellent. Hunter closed his eyes and concentrated on the shadows around him. He felt them swirling around him; he could feel their power flowing through him. But he did not let himself become one of them. He retained his command. Reigned them in. Made them obey him. As long as he remained at the top, he would remain safe. They could easily overwhelm him if he let them. He had to control them, not the other way around. He took a deep breath and let the shadows flow through him. He felt their power coursing through his veins, and he knew that he was ready. He opened his eyes and stood up. He raised his arms, and the shadows swirled around him, forming a protective cloak. The symbol of his might. He was ready for anything. He took a step forward, and the shadows followed him. He walked to the edge of the cliff, and the shadows spread out, forming a bridge. He stepped onto the bridge, and the shadows held him up. He took a deep breath and stepped off the cliff. The shadows carried him down, and he landed safely on the ground below. That was indeed the power of Hunter, Shade Prince.
Chapter 52: Hunter now raised his hands and changed his now sodden clothes for a new jacket and black jeans. And his crown. He placed his crown on his head again. Surrounded it with shadows. Fastened his crossbow and dagger. Stored his stars. His armor. His spirit soldiers returned to him and he dismissed them. He looked at the greyhound. Ebony. The dog had his head raised to the moon. And was howling. Hunter sat by him. Took in the moment with him. A moment of solace, in awe with the moon together. And they stayed like that until morning.
