"So then... You are the one who wields the Forbidden Technique." The Darkin Blade approached the meditating ninja, appropriately enough, from the shadows. "We meet at last..." (shadowofdarkin)
The moon reflected on the surface on the pond, so quiet and crystalline that it almost seemed an enclosed night-sky on its own, a window to another world. Zed was on the shore, knelt down and head lowered, the arch of his shoulders forming a straight line.
That pond in the forests surrounding the former Kinkou Monastery had been a place where Zed was able to find peace since his youth, even if it was momentarily. It was one of his shelters when the shadows of the Temple were too stagnant, when rage was so hot in his head that he could not see clear.
Kill the mind, build the mind, free the mind. Those were not teachings of the Order of the Shadows by mere chance.
But that was not the reason that lead him there that night. It was the dark presence he had felt, getting close the the Monastery, subtly, but not indiscernible. After all those months with the demon scythe under his roof, it was impossible for Zed to not recognise an equal force.
And so he went out and waited, until the darkin presented itself from the shadows. A mistake, for darkness was the Master of Shadows’ domain.
“So you know who I am”, Zed spoke when addressed, lifting his gaze, and his crimson eyes pierced the shadows of the night. “That is more than could be said from the rest of your brethren”.
As soon as the darkin spoke, the ninja knew he was not in front of an ordinary creature. He was sure that, would that been Rhaast, he would not have approached him with such willingness to talk. Zed stood up, solemn, without showing an open hostility, not yet.
“Tell me what you are doing in my domains, creature, and why should I tolerate your presence any longer”.
@shadowofdarkin