Chapter 2-

Link immediately pulled in the shadows. The person snapped, and an orb of shimmery white light appeared. In Link’s fascination, he let go, and the shadows flooded out, revealing him. “Ah hah!” the voice said again. It sounded like a teenage girl, oddly enough. They slowly walked forward, and Link looked her over as she came into view. Messy bun, black cloak, armed. She had a huge smirk on her face, and was too thin, like she hadn’t eaten in a week. Link eyed her katana. “Who are you?” she sneered. Link stared right back at her, not blinking. “Who are you?” Link shot back, and the girl shrugged. “Fine. My name is Stellae Noctis. I’m not sure what good it does you, though.” She had made a fair point, Link had never heard of her. Link still hadn’t blinked when he replied, “A small amount good, but I am called Link.” Stellae wrinkled her nose. Link wasn’t sure what to say. “How did you do that?” she asked in curiosity. “Excuse you?” Link said, just to receive an exaggerated eyeroll. “How did you do that...thing? With the shadows?” she asked. Link squinted. “I just can, okay?” Link found himself trusting her, for no reason at all. It was weird. As much as this child annoyed him, she seemed trustworthy. “I can control starlight. And moonlight. I can make illusions.” she said cautiously. “Wait, you have...abilities?” Link was shocked with himself. What happened to the secretive, cautious robber that would never tell anyone anything about himself? 

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Drewdain had been planning to return for a month now. He had discovered the door two months ago. It kept him sane. It was a quiet clearing where he could just calm down, away from Oracle’s bustle of magic and stress. His caretaker, Master Elliot De’ Auvonneir, was a well-known practitioner of the magic arts. Drewdain was grateful that Master Elliot was his caretaker, but Elliot had a habit of piling on many tasks and duties for both Drewdain and himself. There was never a moment that Drewdain wasn’t practicing controlling his ability, or learning a new skill, or reading up on how to perform some trick.

When he approached, he realized that the door was open. For some strange reason, he had never imagined that some other human being knew about the door. But it was entirely possible, and, now that he thought about it, it was even more possible that multiple people knew about the door. (And this assumption, my dear reader, was entirely correct all together.) Drewdain creaked it open wider, and two figures from the other side whirled around. “Who are you?” the shorter one demanded immediately. The taller one was completely still, so still that Drewdain wondered if they were alive at all, but he could see their chest rising and falling. “Drewdain.” he whispered, and he walked closer, just enough for the figure’s faces to come to the light. The shorter one had shoulder length brown hair, freckles, and dark teal eyes the color of the ocean’s bottom, and the taller one had chin length copper-y brown hair, with bright green eyes shielded by round grey glasses. “I’m Merina, and this is Lex.” The shorter one, Merina, said. Drewdain nodded, unsure of what to say. “Are you from Oracle?” Lex asked. Drewdain nodded, avoiding speech. Lex figured the answer would be yes already. “I am.” she said, nodding. “I think I have to go back there now.” Merina sighed. “Okay, but can you come back tomorrow?” In unison, both Lex and Drewdain said, “What?” Merina raised an eyebrow. “I can.” Lex said. “But why would you want me to?” And that was when Merina let out the loudest scream that both Lex and Drewdain had ever heard.

It is a bit shorter than last time, but I had a good stopping point, so I made it shorter.