Shadowed One

This is a piece that was intended to be the beginging of a book, or series actually. It is going to be called. However, since I wrote this I have revised how to begin the piece. But I figured I should share with you the original plan.
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If you have picked up this book and decided to read it, I think there are a few things you should know before reading any farther. Most important is that this is a story about me. And, of course, Gabriel. Another thing before you read, I have to ask you something. Do you like your world the way it is?
Now before you answer think about the question. I don’t mean your home life or anything like that. I don’t even mean the ‘bigger picture’ of the world. What I’m asking about is the good that exists. Do you like the good in your world?
If you answered no to that last question, you’re the reason my life is the way it is and the reason that all this has happened. If you answered yes, well, your also the reason my life is the way it is and the reason that all this has happened. I guess you probably don’t understand that now, but you’ll understand soon enough. Maybe I should start at the begging. The begging of my part in all of this anyway.
I go to school like most all other kids, but I’ve never had any real friends. My family moves a lot, about once every year. I live with two great people I call my parents. They actually aren’t my parent, though, they just took me in. The funny thing is I kinda look like them.
Anyway, the guy I call my dad has this job that keep us on the move, so I don’t really stay in one place long enough to know anyone very well. That’s most likely for the best. There have been a few kids who have been nice to me and considered themselves my friends.
I don’t like to use that word lightly. Friend. It implies you trust and care about someone, neither of which I could ever let myself do. So there have been kids who feel they are my friend and I let them believe it. I don’t feel bad that none of them have ever kept-in-touch and I don’t feel bad that most places I go I’m treated like a social outcast. It’s not that hard to see why.
My eyes. Ya, you read that right, my eyes. See most people can say that there eyes are blue, brown, green, hazel, or maybe even grey, but how many can say gold? And not just light brown that sorta glows, really gold. If you’re trying to imagine what that looks like just picture a wolf’s eyes. You know, the eyes staring out of the darkness in some of the scary movies. Those are what my eyes look like exactly, right down to the slits for pupils.
That always made science class horrible, especially biology. While trying to study how the eye works or genetics, guess what always got brought up? That’s right, the freaky wolf eyes on the new girl. Everyone’s stairs would burn and my palms would get clammy. After the third school this happened at, I just learned to put up this wall. Nothing like that bothers me anymore. But that brings us back to the friend thing. Who wants to hang around someone that, every time you look at her, makes you think of something evil staring out of the darkness?
There is one guy I’ve known for a long time. Gabriel. His dad worked with mine, and they always got moved together. Now, you maybe thinking that we must have been good friends because were in the same situation, with schools, and we always seem to be at the same school. You’d be wrong.
We avoided each other as much as we could. That again would be my fault. Remember, I try to keep people distant. Gabriel tried being my friend one time, our freshman year. He was persistent enough to make me have to work to get him to leave me alone. One day, his efforts were enough to provoke me to say some mean things to him. That finally hit home. After that he stopped coming around and we started avoiding each other.
So I live the life of a lone wolf, so to speak. Sometimes I let my mind wander to what it would be like if everyone knew what my eyes really mean. You see, my eyes are the only thing that you can see that would even hint at what I really am. What am I?
I am the last Shadow Keeper.
Everything, everyone has a shadow. Have you ever wondered if every shadow in the world lives? Or if every shadow has some place it escapes to? Yes they do live, and, well that place they escape would be the shadow world.
Basically, the shadow world is what you probably would call a ‘parallel universe’. I call the shadow world a world that was created to contain what this world cannot. I call it the place bound by the ancient laws of shadows and ruled by the contract of ___.
You must be thinking that what the shadow world contains what this one can not is evil. Part of that would be right, but part of it completely wrong. Not all shadows are evil as most people would think.
Actually, most shadows want to preserve the way your of life.