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   âOblivion.â  As this single word slipped from her lips, a dark portal appeared, surrounding a strange young man.  His expression of terror was enough to cause her cold heart to sing.  The darkness engulfed him, then dispersed.  As the other workers stared at her, she could sense their fear thick and heavy in the air.  She couldnât help being satisfied with this fear; it was far better than pity.
  âAnyone else want to play?â  Her question void of emotion, she tilted her head awaiting a response.  They practically ran over each other to get away.  Walking in the wake of their panic made her mission easier; she was now practically invisible amongst the chaos.  Her raven black hair that reached down to her knees, bangs that covered her eyes, and black clothing helped make her seem invisible.
  She stopped in front of a simple maple wooden door with intricate designs carved into it.  With a good kick, the door shook and fell off its hinges making a loud bang.  Her victim sat behind his fancy mahogany desk. âCan I help you?â  He asked, looking her up and down.  The man seemed unfazed that she had just destroyed his door.
  âIâm here for the scythe.â  The stubby man sat there and stared at her as if oblivious to what she wanted.
  âScythe? Weapons arenât allowed in this building.  Itâs too much of a lawsuit if anyone gets accidentally killed or hurt.â  Chuckling as if this was a joke, he started back on his work. âI donât have time for pranks, kid.â
  âI said, Iâm here for the scythe.â  As if in response to the dark girl, the metal chair he was sitting in started to rattle.
  âI really donât know what youâre talking about!  What the hell is happening?â  His cool demeanor was broken.  If she continued, she felt he might tell her exactly where the shadow scythe was hidden.  She now stood on the opposite side of his desk; her expressionless face told him that either she didnât believe him, or she simply didnât care.  âPlease donât hurt me!  Iâm serious!  I donât know of any scythes!â
  With a flick of her wrist, the metal part of the chair turned into something similar to water.  It flowed outward and curved upwards from the lifeless item it was created from; the liquid metal seemed to come to a sharpened point aimed at his throat. He broke out in a sweat as she leaned over the desk.  âTell me where it is or you die.â
  âTh-the floorboards under the desk!  Theyâre loose⌠The previous boss hid something under there, but I couldnât tell what it wasâŚâ  His fear was so obvious he might as well have wet himself; he was shaking and his confidence was completely gone.  With a glance downward, she made the liquid metal cut the desk in half. Afterwards, she leaned down a plucked up the floorboards.  Once they were up, she reached down and began searching for her prize.  Her fingers felt something cool and hard.  With a slight jerk, she broke the folded up scythe free of its hiding place.
  Now that she had what she wanted, she slowly unfolded the scythe; its shining silver blade shone in the lighting.  She slashed her new toy over the manâs head and it sliced cleanly through the wall.  âPerfect. Thank you for your cooperation.â Without a glance back she turned and left the room, leaving her victim in one piece.
  Sirens could be heard coming from outside.  She took her time walking down the hallway and the stairs. Fear wasnât an emotion that she felt. With each step she took, she was getting closer to the first floor.  The police had guns aimed at the stairs and the elevators.  She gripped the scythe, preparing for a fight; although, she didnât even need to use the weapon, she had magic on her side. Â
  Bullets were going to be fired; however, she cast her spell. âOblivion.â  Darkness swirled around on the floor, once again opening the same portal.  The man that the portal had swallowed was deposited on the ground, while as the dark girl jumped into her own portal.  Once inside, she closed it and opened up another portal that led to an old lab that had been abandoned since a break out.  Apparently one of their subjects had escaped and they had to close down because of some sort of attack. Â
  This lab held the only direct teleportation device between Vexus and Earth.  The mystery girl was on Earth, where her motherâs scythe had been hidden years before.
  She looked at the photo album that she had left on the table while trying to fix the device.  Amongst all the pictures... a single picture stood out.  The only picture that hadn't been touched with a red sharpie.  The picture held two people standing together. The woman wore a smile that made her glow, her white wedding dress making her long black hair stand out. The man next to her, however, didn't have a smile. Instead, his eyes were shielded by a shadow created by his bangs.  His lips were curved downward into a scowl.  His black tuxedo didn't even compliment the young woman's dress.  The others nearby in the picture were faded into the background.  Next to the album was a card that had âHappy Birthday Shizuâ written on it.
  In anger, she picked up the paper and shredded it.  âHe will never call me Shizu again; not when Iâm done with him.  Heâll always remember Shitsunen the Shadow.â  She picked up the red sharpie and prepared to mark out the last photo, but stopped.  It was the only picture she had left of her mother. Â
  With a deep sigh, she dropped the marker and turned back to the machine.  It was almost done.  All that was missing was a mystic crystal.  She stood up slowly and walked to the other side of the room.  It had to be somewhere nearby; sheâd seen it just days before, but couldnât remember where.
  She searched the desk drawers, hoping to find it.  While searching, she hadnât realized that someone had entered the room.  The man cleared his throat to get her attention.
  Surprised, she looks up quickly to stare blankly at the man before her.  âMay I help you?â
  âYouâre good at hiding youâre emotions, Iâll give you that.â The man placed his right hand on his hip.  His hair was as long as hers and just as dark; however, his was more of a shade of midnight, instead of raven.  What caught Shizuâs attention the most though, was his crimson eyes.  He wore fancy clothing like that of a prince.
  âHiding my emotions? I donât feel.â  She turned to continue looking in the desk, her arm extended to open the first drawer.
  âIâm sure you donât.  But I believe I can help you.â  His response was simple and void of malice, but she noticed that he had pulled something out of his pocket.
  âYou stole the crystal.â  The accusation was pointless.  It was obvious he had taken it, that gem was the only mystical item around for miles, besides her motherâs scythe of course. Â
  He smiled.  It was the kind of smirk that annoyed her.  âI did no such thing.  The laboratory actually belongs to the Phoenix Kingdom of Vexus.  It was taken over by our queen.â  He held it out to me.  âHowever, I donât mind sharing.â
  She frowned, but took the crystal and returned to her device. Once she had placed the crystal inside, the teleporter started up.  âWhy are you helping me?...â  Living on her own for so long taught her to be wary of othersâ intentions.
  The smirk still hadnât left his lips and he nodded towards her photo album.  âYou and I want the same thing.  We want to make Darkness Rose pay for what heâs done.â  Shizu hadnât hear that name.  She had thought his last name had been Landcaster, like hers.
  Her scowl deepened.  âHe⌠remarried?â  She didnât want to hear about who elseâs life her father had ruined.  It was enough that heâd broken her motherâs heart. Seria had never gotten over the divorce and had lived in misery for years.  Her beautiful black hair had turned white.
  âA queen.  His last name had to change to fit the thrown.  He is now King Darkness Rose of the Kitsune Kingdom.  Will you help us destroy him? Or are you going to try to kill him on your own?â  This man was serious.  Anger and rage consumed Shitsunen for a minute.  She stood there, trying to regain control of her emotions.  He knew that sheâd accept.  The poor girl had no choice.  If she went up against her father, heâd kill her.
  âI accept the offer.â  She stated, once she was back to normal.
  âVery well.  I am Lord Valentyne Flare of the Phoenix Kingdom within Vexus.  It is a pleasure to meet you, Shitsunen Landcaster.â  He bowed to her, which only irritated her. She hated pity.  Her motherâs friends had pitied them long enough.
  With a nod to him, they both stepped through the portal to join the group known as the Shadow Guardians and hunt down the evil king.
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