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Shadow’s Edge

By Cody Lawler

Intro

                The constant ticking of time. The choices of the past can drastically change the future. If I decided to stop writing this then it might cause us to lose this war. Time is funny that way. But I won’t. This is a story of the choices of the past that made this future as bleak as it is. This is the story of the choices that lead to the present; this is the story of Shadow’s Edge. The story of those that walk the fine line between light and dark, of man and monsters, always guarding man from the darkness without and within. The line gets blurry sometimes, and it gets hard to tell right from wrong, we make mistakes…just like any human. Sadly enough it’s when that line gets blurry that we tend to make our worst mistakes, and it’s those mistakes that have led to Leran forces practically knocking on our door, so I leave this chronicle of those choices to the generations to come who wish to take up the mantel of Shadow’s Edge and finish what we started…unfortunately if we lose…then there will be no one left to even read this…

                Our story starts inside Guardian Tower; a small building that will one day be a beacon of hope to the survivors after the rifts open.

Chapter 1

12:32 a.m. Thursday March 12th 2009

Two months before the Great Rifts

Location: Guardian Tower

            “Hey Cody, we’ve got a fang in Visalia, a few blocks…” Peter says as he walks into Cody’s office in Guardian Tower.  “Oh, he’s asleep…” He sees a blonde eighteen year old sitting behind a desk in the small office. The desk is cluttered with papers and a few picture frames. His head is in his arms slumped over the desk. Quite snores can be heard coming from the lump half lying on the desk. Peter picks up a picture frame and sees an old picture of himself and the young man lying on the desk, arms around each others shoulders and broad smiles on both their faces. It reminds Peter of simpler and happier times. He then turns his attention on the one sleeping on the desk. He picks up a pen and pokes the sleeping person in the top of the head. “Wake up sleepy-head.”