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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Dark Shadow

The final bell rang. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden rays through the classroom windows.

"Alright! Class is done!" Rod stretched his arms wide and yawned. "Finally!"

Paulo grinned, already halfway to the door. "Yo, Nazan, didn't you say you'd show us that pet of yours today?"

Nazan stood quietly, adjusting his hoodie. His hands still trembled slightly at the thought. "Yeah… I'll try."

The three of them walked out of the school building and headed toward a massive open field behind the campus. It was peaceful. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, and only the distant sounds of birds filled the air.

Nazan stepped into the center of the field. Rod and Paulo stood nearby, watching with curious eyes.

"You sure it's safe?" Rod asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've only done it once," Nazan replied. "And even then… I couldn't control it."

He took a deep breath and raised his hand, like he was calling something.

"Dark Shadow… come out."

Nothing happened.

Rod blinked. "That's it?"

"Maybe it's scared," Paulo joked.

"Let's just try it another time," Rod said with a yawn.

Nazan gritted his teeth. "Come out. Now."

Still nothing.

He dropped to his knees in frustration. "Tch… I knew it."

They were about to turn and leave when the wind suddenly died.

A heavy pressure dropped into the field like a hammer.

The ground behind them cracked open, and from a swirling black mist—it appeared.

A monstrous creature emerged, almost insectoid in form, with glowing eyes and twisted claws. Its armor-like skin shimmered like the night, and its jagged silhouette towered above them. It looked like a darker, more evolved version of the shadow creature Nazan once saw.

Rod and Paulo stumbled back in shock.

"WHAT THE—?!" Rod shouted. "That's so cool!"

"NOPE! I'M OUT!" Paulo yelled, turning to run.

But it was too late.

The creature lunged forward with terrifying speed, knocking them aside like dolls. Rod and Paulo were sent flying into the grass, groaning before falling unconscious.

Nazan froze.

The beast turned its glowing eyes on him—and charged.

With a heavy slam, Nazan was thrown across the field, his body crashing into the ground. Cuts opened on his arms and legs, and bruises already began to form.

The creature towered over him now, its breath cold and thick like smoke.

Then, it spoke.

Its voice was deep, smooth, and venomous. "So… you finally summoned me. Took you long enough, little worm."

"My name is Dark Shadow."

Nazan clenched his fists, blood dripping down his arm as he stood back up.

"You're supposed to obey me."

Dark Shadow let out a low, dark chuckle. "Obey? I've been watching. You're weak. Powerless. You can't even control your own shadow."

"Shut up and serve me," Nazan growled.

Dark Shadow stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "Serve you? Why would I follow someone who doesn't even know who he is?"

"You talk too much."

"I'm the only one talking sense."

Nazan's body shook—not with fear, but with rage. "I'll make you obey."

Dark Shadow leaned in close, his voice now a sinister whisper.

"Do you want to become a god… or stay a broken boy pretending to be strong?"

Without warning, he grabbed Nazan by the throat and hurled him across the field.

Silence fell.

Then the creature slowly faded into black mist, vanishing without a trace.

The pressure in the air lifted.

Nazan lay on the ground, panting, sweat and blood mixing on his skin.

Time passed.

Rod and Paulo were still unconscious in the grass.

Nazan dragged himself toward them, every movement aching. He knelt beside Rod and gently shook him.

"Hey… wake up."

Rod groaned. "That… was insane."

Paulo blinked slowly, then sat up. "Was that… your pet?"

"Yeah," Nazan muttered. "That was it."

Both of them winced as they sat up, still sore from the impact—but they laughed anyway.

"That was actually kinda cool," Paulo said.

Rod smirked. "Scary as hell… but cool."

They sat in silence for a while, watching the sky fade into soft orange.

Eventually, the three of them stood and limped out of the field. Bruised. Shaken. But alive.

Rod and Paulo waved goodbye as they headed off.

Nazan walked alone, picking up his bag from under a bench and slinging it over his shoulder.

His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way down the street.

Behind him, a faint black aura shimmered in the fading light. Two glowing eyes and a jagged silhouette flickered in the shadows.

Watching.

Waiting.

To Be Continued

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