Arc Chronicles

Master Shadow

She whistled low and quiet. As much as she hated to admit it, she was impressed. Her opinion of the boy prince, Calixte Arc, was improving. He had learned to control the dreams easier than she would have expected.

If only Master Shadow could have taken that Commissar before Prince Calixte coule have gotten to him.

"Where is the shadow?" she asked one of her servants.

The White Cloaked Man looked into the crystal ball and frowned. "It's in the far corridor, away from the soldiers. None of them of them have been stupid enough to approach it."

Master Shadow nodded. "Good. I would hate for our pet to slaughter it's way through the defenders."

She pointedly ignored the soldiers in the room as she spoke.

"Where is Prince Calixte?"

"With the first group, sire."

"I see. Let's move the shadow. Though we must assume direct control."