Shadows' flight

~ on Wings of Fury, Shadows' carves her path, moving forward and upward.

Shadows’ breaths grow ragged as she ascends through the suffocating darkness. The abyss, that ancient enemy, pushes against her with renewed force, the weight of it almost unbearable. But for every inch it drags her down, she claws her way two inches further up.

The silk cord from the Spider pulses faintly in her hand, an anchor to something more than herself. She remembers the stories he spun, of forgotten gods and forsaken realms, of destinies that could be rewritten if one dared to seize them. Now, in her hands, that cord is her tether to the world above; the world that has no idea of the storm she's about to unleash.

Each movement sends bolts of pain through her body, but Shadows welcomes the hurt. It reminds her she’s still alive, still fighting. The faces of those who wronged her; those who deceived her; flash in her mind like specters. She etches them into her soul, fueling the fire that drives her upward.

The void seems endless, stretching on like a cursed eternity, but in the distant reaches of her senses, Shadows feels it: the faintest whisper of light.

Red’s voice echoes in her mind, urgent, coaxing her forward. "You're stronger than this, Shadows. You've always been stronger." Her conviction mingles with Vander's savage reassurance: "When you rise, the world will tremble. Don't you dare stop now."

Her body is breaking, but her spirit soars. With a final scream, raw and visceral, Shadows thrusts herself upward. Her fingertips brush against something solid, and she grabs hold -a ledge, cold and slick. With the last of her strength, she hauls herself out of the abyss.

She collapses on the hard ground, trembling, gasping for breath. The darkness below howls, furious at having lost its prey. But Shadows has won this battle.

Lying on the edge of the void, her chest heaving, she allows herself a single moment of rest. The sky above is painted in hues of deep blue and violent purple, an omen, perhaps, of what is to come.

She tightens her grip on the silk cord, the weight of the Spider’s sacrifice still heavy in her hand. This is only the beginning. The world she now faces is vast and unforgiving, but so is she.

The future awaits, uncertain and dangerous. But this time, Shadows will write her own story.

∳ To be continued

~ As written by Resigner Luth, Bound by Blood, The Revenge Saga, Part Three ©October, 16, 2024.

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