Book Two Chapter Thirty: PC Shadow

Book Two Chapter Thirty: PC Shadow

Stepping through the darkness, Qube gave a sigh of relief as she registered that she was still on the ground, rather than a raised platform. It looked like her secrets were safe for another day.

Wait a minute, this meant she looked up and, sure enough, there was the Chosen One standing on top of the platform, facing off against his shadow self. It was dressed in the outfit the Chosen One had been wearing back in the village, but with the Sacred Sword and shield that he was currently using. The Chosen Ones normally easygoing, humoured expression was replaced with one of cold hatred.

The Chosen One looked over his shoulder at Qube and the others and waved, before immediately trying to jump off the platform. Instead of gracefully leaping to the ground, however, he smashed face first into some kind of invisible shield.

Oh, for crying out loud! he said, his face smushed against the unseen wall.

All hail the great Hero! the shadow Chosen One said scornfully.

Thats not what I talk like, the Chosen One instantly replied.

Do you really think you have what it takes to save the world? the shade continued after a moments hesitation.

Nope! the Chosen One said cheerfully.

Then you are a coward?

Yeah, probably, the Chosen One agreed even more cheerfully.

The false Chosen One was now sporting the traditional First Exposure to Chosen One face. On the Chosen Ones face. It was extremely disorienting.

So do you just have my sword and shield, or do you have the other weapons I have, too? The Chosen One pulled out his bent stick. Like, do you have a shadow boomerang?

A shadow what? Qube looked at the Chosen Ones bent stick. Hed named his weapon? It made sense, she supposed; all great and powerful weapons needed names.

I only need these to defeat someone as weak as you, the shadow said, lifting his sword.

That means no, the Chosen One said, nodding his head. A pity, but there you go. I really wanted to try and steal the shadow boomerang off of you.

Chosen One, you cant touch it! Qube called up to him. Physical attacks wont work!

Well see about that, the Chosen One said, rolling to the side as his shadow struck at him. He jumped up out of his roll and struck out, grabbing at his shadows chest.

His hand passed harmlessly through the shade.

Aww, man, he pouted.

Stop that, the shade said crossly.

Stop that, the Chosen One mimicked himself. Hey, do you get dizzy when you do the spin attack too? Or is that just a human thing?

Is this a game to you? the shadow snapped.

Sometimes, the Chosen One replied.

Is this how you want to spend your life? the shadows tone shifted away from the more spontaneous rage that often came from prolonged interaction with the Chosen One to a more scripted style of speech. Like when Qube would practice reading off of her cue cards.

Maybe this meant that the Temple was accessing the Chosen Ones fears!nove(l)bi(n.)com

Chosen One, look out! Qube cried, before stopping and realising that she wasnt entirely sure how he could defend himself against this psychic attack. If only there was some way she could protect him... [Lesser Shield]!

It couldnt hurt at least.

The Chosen One shot her a confused look before rolling out of the way of another attack.

How many hours are you going to waste playing? the shade hissed. Are you going to waste your whole life? Think of how much you could have done if youd actually applied yourself rather than messing around.

Ooo, nice, nice, often a hot button to hit, the Chosen One said as he continued to roll around the platform. The shadows face rapidly shifted through several expressions.

Bootlicker, it said at the same time as it also shouted, Selfish!

The Chosen One stopped rolling around and stood up.

Wait, what? he said, blinking at his enemy.

Blindly following what anyone in authority tells you to do, are you so afraid of having an original thought? the shadow hissed at the same time it snarled: Do you care nothing for those less fortunate than yourself? You dont care who you hurt as long as you get what you want.

Chosen One, she started inquisitively.

Hey, so, what are these herbs? the Chosen One interrupted her abruptly. He pulled out a handful of juniper berries from his backpack.

Those arent herbs, Chosen One, theyre juniper berries. I already told you theyre safe to eat. What was your shadow talking about when

Dont you think its weird that this Temple is so different? the Chosen One cut her off again.

I yes, but

What are your top three theories on why there havent been any treasure chests? the Chosen One asked her. He sounded almost manic.

Qubes brain temporarily stopped working as she tried to process everything at once. She needed to prioritise! She mentally earmarked the shadows discussion, and focused on answering the Chosen Ones inquiry for knowledge.

There are a few reasons I can think of for this Temple being so different and not yet giving us a chest, she started, desperately trying to think of at least one. Possibly rather than testing our mental or physical ability, its testing our emotional ability.

That sounds great, the Chosen One said brightly. I love that theory. What else?

As he spoke, he hustled the group towards the newly created entrance to (presumably) the next section of the Temple.

Well, the next has to do with the fact that theres been no treasure chests, Qube continued, pleased that she seemed to be putting together some good theories.

Normally, the Temple gives us the key to winning the battle in the treasure chest this is actually part of what makes me think that the Temples themselves want someone worthy to kill whatever is at the heart of them. The fact that we have yet to encounter a chest makes me think that either we have only just started the Temple, which seems unlikely given how many rooms weve been through, or that we wont need anything to defeat the Boss.

The Temples want to be defeated, huh? the Chosen One murmured, stepping through the archway.

Yes, which makes me think the next room will be

Empty.

After a moment Qube realised that this wasnt strictly accurate. While there wasnt any raised platform in the middle, there was a puddle of shadow in the centre of the room, as well as the requisite lanterns and lit torches. Once theyd all entered, a hooded figure slowly rose up out of the circle of grey. Given it was wearing the fashionable hood of Cobbletown, Qube couldnt tell much about them, but they seemed humanoid at least.

Then they laughed, a high, strange sound, and dozens of small shadow figures exploded out of them in a move frighteningly similar to the Evil Emperors.

Lanterns, now, all of you, even Squiggles, the Chosen One snapped. He warily eyed the hooded figure, then reached out and pushed Qube towards the furthest lantern. Go.

The swarms instantly started attacking the party, ignoring only Qube as they formed smaller mobs around each companion, trying to slow them down.

The central figure didnt attack, just lifted up their arms, revealing each shadow monster was attached to a thread connecting back to their fingers. While there was absolutely no way they could have had the dexterity to control each and every shade individually with only ten fingers, it still looked extremely impressive. Probably some kind of conduit for their mana, Qube reasoned as she raced across the room.

[Lesser Shield], she cast behind her as she ran, glancing over her shoulder to see the mobs finally reaching the Chosen One. He had his shield out, and his attacks actually seemed to be connecting with the small shadow beings.

In fact, unlike the one-on-one battles, all of the companions seemed able to inflict damage on the small monsters. Not just Squiggles, who had, somehow, managed to grab a dozen shadows and was busy cramming them into her ever-widening maw.

Qube just hoped she didnt give herself a stomach ache by eating so much Evil.

Sexy Screamy Spider Lady was firing bolt after bolt, Definitely Bad Guy was tossing flames around, and even Sewer Bard was cutting through swathes of enemies with his rapier.

It was chaos, but they were all getting into position. As soon as Qube reached the other end, the Chosen One called out.

Ready? Go!

Desperately Qube pulled on her rope, and raced to the next one, mentally noting that once again the room was even bigger and with even more lanterns than the one before. Presumably each shadow was even stronger than the one before, and so required more lanterns to defeat, but this was getting ridiculous.

It also added more fuel to her TIMES data the only reason the shadows would stay in the middle of the room in the one place they would be hit by the only thing that could defeat them would be if they were somehow in cahoots with the Temple and this was all a giant test.

Who was she? Why had the Chosen One gotten so angry?

Focus!

She grasped the next rope and pulled it, before running on again. She spared a quick look around, and saw the others navigating their way through the swarms. All of them looked like theyd taken injuries. She put on an extra burst of speed.

As she grabbed and yanked on the final rope, the Chosen One sheathed his Sacred Sword and, using both Qube and his shields to keep the swarm at bay, threw his boomerang. It spun around the room, lighting everything. As soon as all the lanterns were lit, the shadow strings snapped, and the smaller shadow monsters fled, diving into the corners of the room and then sinking into the darkness.

The figure in the middle was totally silent as the lights hit them and their summoned creatures abandoned them. Instead, it simply twisted up into itself and sank back into the puddle with a puff of grey smoke.

The puddle itself lengthened, then three grey, gnarled pedestals rose up from it. Sure enough, they had the carrot, potion vial, and sword on them. The Chosen One gave them a long-suffering look.

Shadow Temples, he said with a sigh.