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He is alone, in a room. A room with no doors or windows, there are only four things in this room. Himself, a table, a pen, and a sheet of blank paper. If he picks up the pen to write something quite remarkable happens.

A whisp of multicoloured smoke emerges from the tip of the pen, it floats up higher, becoming thicker and thicker. At last there is a shape before him, a blue cat emerges from the smoke. The cat sits down gracefully on the table, folds its tail around himself and opens his mouth to speak.

"I am the cat in the pen, I will grant you one wish and one wish only. So come mortal, say what it is you desire."

Having done his thing the cat casually starts licking his paws and fur waiting for the youth in front of him to decide.

(very very sorry for the late reply)


The cat made a face of surprise and looked at the boy again.

"Do you mean to tell me that when presented with the option of wishing for anything in the universe your only wish is to leave?"

The cat smiled and made a sly face the way only a cat can.

"You're a cautious young one, or perhaps just anxious to move on to another adventure. Very well .... " he flicked his tail and a door instantly materialised behind Silent Moonlit Shadow" .... You're wish is my command."


Darkness engulfed him again as if someone were dimming the lights. Soon some new sensations started hitting his senses. He felt off balance and the floor underneath him was moving, there was a hard wind blowing and the taste of salt in the air.

"Don't just stand there yah silly boy! Grab that rope and pull for god's sake!"

He was in a small wooden fishing boat, a storm was coming on the horizon and everyone was busy preparing for it. It would hit them soon, and it would hit them hard.

Rose observed with interest the stories that Shadow Dragon read. The book was more or less a projection for Shadow Dragons own memories, that was what made this program so interesting. She could make her subjects reveal information to her which they already knew. Rose threw in the little hint of the machine for fun, it's always good to keep them on their toes.

"Hmm a warrior. No a guardian, with a lot of experience. He's already lived through a lot of adventures. What could possibly make this man feel uncomfortable or out of place?"



Music was playing, a waltz tune in fact. The room was another grand and large one but this one was a more human scale. The lights were dimmed out but even so he could see the glimmer and shine of many fine objects and fabrics within the room. He was standing on the dance floor sourrounded by a ring of people in fine evening wear. He himself had not changed his attire at all. A voice rang out over the crowd silencing the murmur of conversation.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the dance. The prince himself will open the floor with a lady of his own choice."

All eyes turned eagerly to watch Shadow Dragon's next move.

"Hmmr refined and polite, it must be his education that comes out. But how low can he go, this knight in shining armour?"

Rose smiled and pressed a few buttons, the day had only just begun but it seemed it would be a good one.



The fine glitz and soft music was gone. In a few blinks of an eye it had been replaced by steel, concrete, halogen lights, and a floor that was treacherously unsteady. He was standing in front of a bench upon which were crates and crates of fish. Around him were many more lost souls bent over fish. They cut it open, gutted it, threw the good fish down a hatch next to them and left the bad fish in crates on the floor. From the motion he could tell they were in the hull of a ship. A man, who did not stink of fish, carrying a clipboard walked down the rows making notes and shouting loudly at the workers. It was a small floating hell. The man came up to Shadow Dragon,

"What are yah standing around for! Get back to work yeh idiot!" A fist was waved in Shadow Dragon's face to emphasise his point.

Shadow Dragon 13

Rose watched as Shadow Dragon tried to make sense of his new surroundings. He seemed to have taken a low key approach to the new situation, playing along with the rules. The doctor made some notes in his file, paused and stroked her fingers through her blond hair as she reasoned aloud.

"He obviously sees his role in the world as a guardian, lives to serve others. That's what his past seems to suggest. Is he merely someone's tool? Does he only obey orders? Or does he have personal goals, feelings, vendettas...."

She wasn't sure what the answers would be, but she was curious whether in time she would be able to find out.

"For now we're adopting a slightly new approach of examination."

She reached over and pressed a button. The button was "pause /autoplay". Leaving Shadow Dragon to his fate she busied herself with other characters.



Time seemed to drag on forever. It was hard for him to be sure as there was no sunlight in the room or a watch of any sort. Sometimes the same inspector would come down making notes on his clipboard. Sometimes other men would come walking down the ladder that led to the deck above them. Most of the time it was a boring never ending job, the fish in crates just kept coming.

They finally arrived in France and were allowed off the ship. They were only allowed to move the crates of fish onto the pier. He followed a long, and thought about why he made himself come here. Someone might assume he was following orders or working on a mission as a mercenary does, but he wasn't. The only tasks he did, were those he assigned himself, or that innocent people asked him to do.

The purpose of his existence, he knew, was to protect the innocent. The only orders he follow were those of the events that happened around him. He believed that not even fate or destiny controlled his actions. He protected anyone he could, when he could.

He sneaked off of the ship with ease after dark when most of the supervisors and guards were asleep. No one noticed he left, they would in the morning, but by then, he would be impossible to find. He got a new outfit in a hidden, yet specific location that he had remembered. It was in a package that was mailed to that specific location, and left there for him. He then started looking for clues to remind him as to why he was there.

First light came, and the gossipers were already up, getting ready to spread the news. He bartered for one of the pages they were selling, and read it. It explained a situation about a man that was demanding the surrender of France or else he would get merciless.

It all suddenly came back to him. He could have sworn he had just completed this mission, and that the being he destroyed was no more. He didn't let it phase him too much though. He started on his hunt for the whereabouts of this man whom already conquered twelve other countries.

The moment Shadow stepped out of the Limousine, he would have been temporarily blinded, had it not been for his sunglasses. He was a caught off guard and not sure exactly what was going on. He wished that the dreams would allow for a little more prep, but he assumed that was the purpose of the dreams. To see how one reacts when caught off guard like this.

He wasn't sure how to answer the questions. He didn't know if he had to answer all of them, some of them, or if he could get away with none of them. He didn't know what his reputation was, and what his fans expected. Anything he did could be wrong, and he didn't know how that would effect the situation.

This is a lot to take in. I think I should just be myself. Calm, collected and cool. What is my attire? What movie did I make? What event is this? I can give a small smile, and I don't have to please these reporters.

As he analyzed the situation, he grew more comfortable. He decided he would just be himself. He looked at the fans, ignoring the cameras and reporters, and gave them a slight smile. When he did this, his fans cheered, the girls screamed, and he heard a teen say to his budy, "He is so cool. Look at how he walks, and stays calm, even with cameras flashing and reporters boraging him with questions, and mics in his face." He heard another, "I like how he is here for the fans, and how he is ignoring the reporters."

Shadow decided to speak, "I would like to thank all of my fans for joining me for this momentous occasion. I made this film for you, the people, and the fans. I will not talk to the press about anything, Im not here for them. The comments I made on thurday are the only comments the press will get from me at this time. My fans, how can one determine their masterpiece when they have so much life ahead of them. A masterpiece is for the fans to decide when a man leaves this world."

With that, he continued down the soft red carpet, to allow more stars and high class people room to arrive. He did not know why he would be involved in making a movie. He wouldn't have time to make a film. This was such an unfamiliar situation for him. He did his best to give the fans what they wanted, while staying humble and honorable. Those two things are hard in situations like this one.