Dusk-Lord Ch 3 P1

Instructions

After staring for a bit they all went back to the New York Base and did their own private thing in their rooms. Some said today was a victory. Some said defeat. But they were going to keep looking for Warlord in the morning. This as usual got Jacen nervous. So he did the usual thing when he was anxious when he shouldn't be. He trained with his staff and his swords. Suddenly, the light in the room seemed to go dark. They hadn't actually gone out, but a darkness settled over the room, making it hard to see anything. Dusk-Lord gripped his weapons even harder, frowning at this, his mind racing, and raced into his room where his chip was secured. He took it and shoved it in a slot in his bo. "EVERYONE SECURE YOUR CHIPS!" He yelled as he ran into the main living area. The darkness seemed to shift and creep after Dusk-Lord, and lay flat against the ground in a solid blanket, even with the lights overhead. He stopped in an open place where he spun in circles trying to locate the source and stopped a second later in a ready position. The shadows on the ground suddenly shifted, and markings appeared as if an invisible hand reached down and gouged slits in the shadows like carving into black, hardened magma. The marks started to make sense, though, as it started to resemble sloppy handwriting. "Are you writing? Whoever you are? Wait... Shadows? Adria?!? Are you still controlling shadows? I thought you were dead!" After a couple seconds the chicken scratch handwriting formed two sentences, missing a few words for them to be grammatically correct, but shortened to save time, "Trapped in shadow realm. Can hear and see you, but can't communicate any other way. Can't get out." "You're trapped in the shadow realm? You can hear me and see me but can't be seen or heard yourself. But you can still communicate by writing shadows at me? Um, okay. Well I guess that means you're not dead so that's good. But it means the same thing couldn't have happened to Trey. By the way we got one of the chips back. Wait, Can't you just transform into a human again?" Dusk- Lord said pacing in circles around the words. The words went black again, like covering up a message written in sand on the beach. "No. When Warlord shot me with that blast of energy, it severed my consciousness and powers from my physical form. I can't transform on demand, so it's possible my physical body may have been reduced to its atoms by the chip's power." "Um, I'm gonna go with, that's not good. But I think I have an idea. Two chips were used to destroy you. 4 chips could probably bring you back. I'll summon the others. Should we try it? The message blacked out again as a new one was written, "You shouldn't waste your power nor your time to bringing me back. That's not worth trading for vital time to get the jump on Warlord." “Warlords gone. We don't know where he is. He's not in New York anymore. He might not even be in this galaxy anymore!” The message was erased, and there was a long pause before the next one was written. "I was of no use to the team, and if anything, just made it easier for Warlord to escape. Why the heck would you wanna bring me back?" "Because you found Warlord. You can also find him again. If we can locate the city you can locate the person because you can shadow hop. Also you're a person. And at some point in time you were part of the team. We're gonna do it. You're gonna help find Warlord." The message disappeared yet again, with a longer pause this time, the shadow shifted as Weaver sighed huffily, before a single word etched itself into the darkness, "Fine.” "Yeah you don't really have a choice." The small but fierce voice of Mark said. "I summoned everyone. Jacen, you're the only one with the gauntlet and the only one who as of yet has actually used the chips even though that's against your oath. But you can still do it. We’ll have to talk about that oath thing… later." Everyone handed Dusk-lord the chips and then he began putting them together. There was almost a complete circle. Almost. One piece was missing. The piece Warlord had.