Nogo, The Awakening. [Updated 22th June]

Year One; Birth
Year Two; Whats Happening?
Year Three; Education.
Year Four; First attempt.
Year Five; First Killing.
Year Six; Growing up.
Year Seven; Outcast.
Year Eight; Hated.
Year Nine; What goes around, Comes...
Year Ten; Education.
Year Eleven; Practical Training.


Birth. Year One.

The Second his mother held him after a troubled time of giving birth to him, She frowned upon him, His eyes, they were dark as the night itself. They had no display of the innocense a Human child should have when they've just been born. His Skin was pale as Death itself, His Eyes dark, His hair Black, The Word displaying in everyones head when they saw him, was "Grim" also known as Ugly, He was rejected from all his Mothers Love already from the start, He was never shown compassion, and he wasnt Breastfed, Cow and Goat milk was his Diet.

Ever since his mother got home from the Care of her friend who was helping her giving birth to the Child, she kept imagining herself that the shadows followed her, out of curiosity, It almost seemed like they were excited, Excited over what? She asked herself.. The Feeling of the shadows stalking her around her home, when she went shopping and whenever she was alone, became more and more real to her. Sometimes she thought her self hearing the shadows whisper, talk, even snicker.

The Shadows seemed to lurk around Nogo from the very start, not as a Member of the shadow dancers, but as the Child forsawn from generations and more generations back, All the way to the Very start of The Guild,
The Shadow Dancer.

There was this Prophecy, who had fortold the birth of a Child, who would be so engulfed with shadows from the very start, that He could lead everyone to what their heart searched and wanted the most.


The Prophecy, unknown years before Nogo was Born

"Us, The shadow dancers have been placed in this world to keep peace and harm from those we love,
and bring judgement and justice to those who have done us wrong and injustice.

Thy Shalt know that we are weak as it is now.
The True power of our powers shalt be shown by a child, The Child Of The Shadows Himself,
His eyes shalt be dark as the night, His hair aswell, His life will be hard and dangerous.
But shalt this child succeed in his quest for power.

Our Cause will become Law and Order."

~Torak, Creator Of The shadow Dancers.

Whats Happening? Year Two.

Nogos mother had been getting used to the stalked feeling from the shadows who seemed to be everywhere, Under the trees at summer, in the darkness of Winter, The shades from the lightsource of their home. They seemed to watch her all along.

She was working in the kitchen where woman belonged in this time and Era, When suddenly she saw something moving in the very far end of her line of sight, Nogo was sitting on the floor, Glaring at her as usual.
God! she hated that child..."Why'd he have to stare like that..."
she looked at the spot she thought she had seen something. At the Can of milk she couldnt see anything other then the light from the open fire making the shadows flicker around.
She returned doing what she was doing, wich was cutting a Chicken up removing its intestants to be able cook it for dinner next day.
Now she saw Nogo move..he raised his hand towards the Can of milk, She followed where he was pointing, Nogo holding his hand straight out towards it, But still glaring her his Mother, Their eyes met, Nogo formed his hand into a fist, and with a Loud crashing sound the Can of milk he had been pointing at broke.

She twiched in suprise and looked at the can, she could SEE the shadows slither away from it, and now that she think of it, as Nogo pointed, had'nt there been snake-like shadows engulfed the can right before it was smashed?
She stared down on Nogo, Facing his Dark black eyes..."What are you..?"

The year went by without any new dramatic incidents, Things broke, but she always made up excuses for it.. It wasnt Nogo.. It couldnt be, I mean.. who can break a can just by wanting it..
She Shruged her shoulders, laughing a little, convincing herself she was over-worked and exhausted, Everyone can have illusions, then...can't they?

Before she could finnish the Thought, she heard a loud crack, She walked into the room where the crack had came from, Nogo sat there, Staring with his Dark eyes at her, still holding his hand out towards the Chair who had a broken leg and was tipped over... her eyes widdened as she once again saw the Shadows Slither away from her gaze, she closed her eyes shaked her head, and calmed herself, moments later she walked up to the chair and made up her excuse..

"Old Chair legs break, ofcourse they do..Nothing wierd with that."

Education, Year Three

Nogo had started walking with more secutity and more coordinated movements, He ran around the house following his mother, Glaring at her, She never talked directly to him, always said "you there" or "It".. She never used his name.. He felt a quick sting in his heart as he realized she've never said his name under 2 years time..
But then again, Nogo didnt talk much either...None infact. He had'nt opend his mouth for 3 years.. But luckily he dont need to, His mother was taking care of him in any way he needed it, Food, Bed, sleep and so forth.
No need to pursuade someone who wasnt in need to be pursuaded.
He listened to the whispers around him, seemingly coming from nowhere, He had learnt so much from this voice.
It was like his best friend. In his isolated world of being a Three year old.
He grinned braing his teeth. This didnt seem to bad after all.

The shadow had learnt him to talk, what words meant, it made Nogo evolve faster mentally then anyone could have thought possible. His mind is basiclly a Grown ups in a childs body. He only talked when there was no-one around in a wide area, He wanted no-one to hear him.. He liked keeping the mysticism around his name, around his Attitude, around his whole being. Being the outcast excited him at first...

First attempt, Year Four.

Nogo's mother had realized her son was gonna grow up to be an asshole if she wouldnt help him.
She saw herself as his saviour as she for the first real attempt to take the position of "Nogos Mother".
This was gonna be hard for her, she thought to her self.

She walked into the Kitchen, Nogo sitting on a chair glaring at her with his dark Eyes as always, His mouth was as stiff as always, not a sign of being happy, mad, disappointed, Nothing Just a plain emotionless face, and his eyes.. She hated those eyes.

She kneeled infront of the chair looking back into his glaring eyes as she gatherd courage enough to start off.
In the glimpse of the moment, she rememberd all these things who had broken under the past 4 years,
"ever since Nogo came..."
There had been nothing but trouble, The Hate swelling up in her displayed in her eyes as they became hard staring back into Nogo's eyes.
she opened her mouth and said..
"Hey there...Nogo"
Nogo stares back at her, showing not a sign of Emotion in his face.
"I thought we should..have a talk, Now that your growing up and all *pats his shoulder and smiles letting out a quick laughter trying to sound experienced*"
Nogo now displays the first emotion during the conversations, he twitches as she Touch him, moving away from her.
"I am your mother Nogo, You shouldnt be afraid of me."
Nogo lets out a straight off Disrespectfull smile of his face.
Nogos Mother have had enough..she tryed to stay calm but failed, as she said.."What are you smiling at"
Nogo is quiet as his disrespectfull smile slowly disappears from his face.
"Thought so" She said in a triumphant tone.

Nogo then started laughing into her face, and saying the very first words heard by others.
"You really think im afraid of you? That i stopped smiling cause of your outburst? Im smiling at being Four year old, and superior a grown up."

His mothers eye widened as she stumbled backwards shocked by how cold and full of hate his words were.
she grabbed her mouth who was open, trying to hide her Suprise.
She stared at Nogo, who was smiling once agian, She Stood up, brusher the dust of her clothes, turned around. and Didnt talk to Nogo more that year.

Nogo Started Grinning towards his mother as well as glaring everytime they were in line of sight.
The Mental Terror she had to withstand was exhausting.

First killing, year Five.

Ever after the incident of Nogos mother trying to take contact with her son, She hadnt talked to him at all, only about him, Everyone knew by now that Nogo was a little spawn of Satan himself. But no-one ever said it to him, Not that they had to, Nogo knew everything that concerned him, His friend the Shadow had been gathering information around everything concerning him.

One day, Nogo was being updated by his anonymous friend, who had grown really fond of, Not as a friend, but a usefull resource of Power. Nogos Power thirst had started already at the age of Five.
He over heard that a man who was talking FOR leaving Nogo alone out in the woods, Was to eat dinner with His Mother tonight, and Nogo was gonna be there.

Nogo:"Shes Concidering killing me...hmm"
Shadow:"It seems so."
Nogo:"We cant let that happend, can we?"
Shadow:"No we cannot."
Nogo:"So we have to stop it somehow..But how"
Shadow:"You'll have to figure this one out on your own."

Nogo glared after the shadow as it slitherd away from him under the door into another room.
he started forging his plans for the evening.

As the evening came closer and closer, He had a plan figured out, more and more detailed.
When the guest arrived, Nogo was greeting him without words at the door, showing the man around.
Nothing happend what so ever during this trip. Nogo was calm, but glared at the Man all the time.
The man was sweating clearly, "Why does it seem like this Kid knows what we're planning.."
He peered at Nogo trying to smile, but ended up frowning in disgust instead.

As The Dinner was done, They took a seat around the table. They ate under silence.
When this was done, she put out a bottle of Ale, The man sipped from the drink..
He smiled at Nogos mother.."Got some more of this?"
She noded and said "Yes, I do. Out in the stables..we dont have room around here, also a specific aroma from the surrounding out there makes it taste better. I'll watch the horses and cattle too..I'll be back in a couple of minutes." She glared at Nogo.."You WILL behave.." *or you'll regret it* she smirked as she turned around walking out of the House.

Nogo Instantly glared at the man with his dark eyes and grinned.
"You heard you mother little one.." he raised the glass to take another sip, But he froze where he was sitting.
Behind the kid there was a Shape of a Human-like shadow forming..He closed his eyes and shaked it and looked again..Nothing. "A hallucination i guess."
He raised his glass again Drank it all up to "Calm his nerves" as he selfrighteously called it.
as he was Done, He saw through the transparant bottom of the glass, How the shadow was back.
Nogo was pointing at him, He felt how his legs was being wrapped by something, He tryed to get loose, but the Buzz from the ale didnt let him.
It wrapped upwards, up around his neck and arms.."This is bad!" he thought as he looked at Nogo.
Nogo formed his hand into a Fist, and The Man felt his Neck slowly give after for the preasure, and his shoulders went out of position before his Neck finally gave up and cracked.

He felt forward over the table, Nogo went forward, touched his neck, having some of his blood on his fingers.
He held his hand up and watched the blood, His mother walked into the Room, Widened her eyes so they were big as pumpkins. From the dead man, to the Empty glass, to the Bloody hand, To Nogos face.

As she reached his Face, she was almost passing out, The Kid was staring at the Blood facinated and with his Eyes burning with a Inner fire as made of shadows. Nogo grinned at her, walked up, Wiped the blood off on her Skirt, smirked evily and said.."Dont plot such plans openly next time..."

She looked shocked at him as he walked out..such a little child..so evil.
She dragged the man up the stairs, then sent him flying down the stairs.

The Men of Law never suspected a thing.

Nogo was very calm the rest of the year, a couple of dead Cattle and unexplainable deaths around the Village did happend, But the victims were either old, Very sick, or had fallen for some tragic 'accident' in the woods.

Growing up, Year Six.

At the age of Six, Nogo showed more interest in getting to know about others in his age, He had been stroving around the village alone for months now, Eveyrbody avoided eye contact and did not want to have anything to do with him, They avoided to get trifles with him cause no-one knew what he would do.
The day a man had mysteriously died at their home, Fell down the stairs it said, But there was bruises on the mans body that no-one were able to explain, Neither someone brave enough to try to find out.

As Nogo walked silently with his silhuettes Shadow following him, In wich his friend was hiding, he found a group of children who very well knew who Nogo was, But Nogo had never seen them before.
Being in the mind of a Grown up, but in a childs body, Nogo still wanted to play with some other at his age.
Not for the fun itself, more for the construction how humans worked, what they find funny, what they find amusing.

As He Approcahed the kids, he started holding up his hand to say hi, But as his hand was raised half up, The childrens eyes widdened and they took of running to their homes.. leaving Nogo with his hand in the air in the middle of a Plaza. He listened around him, as he heard whispers, snickers.
They were mocking him.

At the age of Six was the first time Nogo let his anger control, his shadow released itself from Nogos guardian, and spread across the open space of ground he was standing on.
His very young voice lingerd through the House walls.
"You're all fools, you'll pay for what you've put me through."
The shadow shrank as Nogo got calmer after the sudden outburst, people was quiet, They werent mocking him anymore.

All he could hear, was sighs of fear, shivering voices whispering to others to be quiet.
He was no longer being laughed at, There he was. 6 years old striking fear into a whole community.
His arms skin started to form goosebumps, he loved it.

The fact that he had powers is not what scared them. It was the fact that he was this strong as a child.
Imagine what he could do if he kept this up...

Nogo grew up without friends, The only times he talked was to strike fear into people, Mock them or dispise them, Not a kind word have ever left Nogo's lips. His Mother had given up in her approaches of being friends with her son, So had the rest of the village.
None of the people in the village wanted anything to do with him, nor did he with them. He was always alone, always hated.

Having friends later on wouldnt mean much to him, He was alone from the very start.

Outcast, Year Seven.

Nogo had turned into a outcast of the village he lived in, his eyes had changed into a Darker Blue then the Blue-ish black they had been before. His hair was now Dark as the Crows scavanging on corpses. He had gotten the Nickname. The Shadow, They still never used his name.
He smirked as he thought about it, They were afraid of using his name. They still had the incident 2 years ago fresh in mind, Nobody in the village wanted to show up with a snapped Neck.

They also rememberd all these drunk lumbrjacks, mine workers, frats and others. Who had talked about the "Satans spawn" and within the few dies died in accidents.

Nogo cackled as he walked alone through the village, people turned thier heads towards him and he looked around, smirking at them with a creepy smile. Nothing they said escapes his friend.
And in the end of every week, he got info what people said, did. Almost as his Shadow was looking out for him for some reason, The shadow creature had followed him since he was a little child, He knew as much.

But Why? Nogo stopped to think about it, kicked a stone towards a couple of hens that scattered off into each direction, he glared at them, Smirking at their terror. He enjoyed pain suffering and sorrow.

He knew that was the main source of pain for the humans around him. and he wanted them to experience it, Every nerve in their body shall tremble one day, every bone in their body be shatterd, All by his hand.
He leans his head down and starts to cackle maniacly.
"That Day will be amusing.."
He shakes his head and starts walking homewards, towards his Mothers Farmsteed.

As he gets closer, he sees the curtain flag even the slightest.
Ah his mom, always so worried.. always so afraid. he laughs inside himself recalling back a few years of the first real attempt of her trying to display human emotions towards him, he had coldly let her get nothing.
He rememberd that and opened the door, His mom cooking some kind of soup..smells like vegitables with maybe some pork.

Mom:"ah.. your home."
Nogo:"Yes, as you know."
His mom looks up at him.."How would i know?"
Nogo snickers quietly to himself and points at the curtain, still whiping from side to side ever so slightly.
"You have a bad habbit of leaving traces after you wherever you go."
His moms body becomes stiff.."I-I just wanted to know who it was i heard."

Nogo rolls his eyes.."Oh please.. why would you then try to hide it from me?"
His mom starts to shiver.."I..I'm sorry.."
Nogo shakes his head grinning and walks out of the room.

Nogo Sits down in his unmade bed, Leans his head towards the Wodden wall.
Goes through what he have been through so far, what he have done and whats most important. what he had been getting away with. He cackles, His mom hears it and the laugh sends shivers down her spine.."What an evil laugh."
Nogo Closes his eyes and listens to the few sounds around him.

Another Day of being an Outcast, Anoter Day Alone, Another day Striking terror into the people who knew him.
a Sense of pride arose in his breast as he walked out to consume the soup.

Hated, Year Eight

Nogo had always been a scary subject around the village he lived in, some people claimed he had unnatural powers. Some people shrugged it off, some people took it as serious as it could.
The fact that Nogo was evil there was of no question, but when it came to his supernatural powers.
People had a hard time figuring out weither it was, or was not, supernatural or simple mind tricks.

That Nogo probably was the most respected, and yet most hated individual in the village made him grin, laugh, even mock them.

The people in the village is like cattle looking for their master. But what happends when Cattle gets scared?
They take a defencive stance towards their intruders and attackers.
In this case Nogo...

Nogo woke up that morning around 5am as usual. He felt deep into his nerves that something was up.
He knew that something wasnt right, he sniffed the air, smoke? yes, Smoke was what he sniffed, he went up and peered with his dark eyes out over the yard surrounding the house. He saw people standing with Torches and Pitchforks outside.. He almost knew this day would come.
He was gonna get exorcisted. To rid him from the devils spirit within him.
He cackled at them.."Fools, The spirit in this body is nothing but my own."

Nogo raised an eyebrow and the bright morning became dusky, he leaned his head towards his silluhettes shadow, "There is no need to scare them already..Lets have some fun with them.."
he grinned and dressed up, binding his Dagger around his belt thinking he might come to use it.
He smirked at his shadow as he walked out the room.."You seem awefully afraid today..Somethings wrong?"
The shadow was quiet at first, Nogo repeated the question and the shadow answered.
The shadow answerd "They arent gonna accept your dictation much longer.."

Nogo grinned and smiled at his shadow. "I think i can handle it myself.."
The shadow took his own form an skelleton only as that, his skull was nothing but bones.
"Im sure you can, but if you can't, we'll have to wait another 30 generations for a Child of the Prophecy"

Nogo grinned.."I dont plan to die anytime soon. Neither are you. I WILL rule this world."

When he finished, the door burst up and 3 men stood in the door opening.
Armed with Pitchforks and torches they glanced through the room, untill they reached Nogos location, The Guardian had sank into shadows again and was his familiar shadowy self.

Nogo's dark as the night, stared at the 3 men, they glanced at eachother somewhat worried.
"Nogo, You spawn of The old gods, you dont deserve to be around, you dont belong, No-one want you around here.."
One of the men said, probably the bravest one, Nogo thought to himself.

"Thats right, we're here to do what everyone have been dreaming of doing the past 8 years..To end your grip of terror you drive this village with."
Nogo sighed as if he was bored, rising to his one knee, then the other, standing up.
The three men started twitching as if they wanted to run away in that moment.

Nogo tilted his head down to the floor, closing his eyes, forming his hands into fists, then opening his eyes and stare straight at the one in the middle. Releasing his fist-shaped hand and the shadow it reflected on the floor, went slithering towards him, slithering around his leg, jerking hard as he dropped his pitchfork. The torch being put out by the sudden outburst.

He landed and the shadow started slinger around him, the fingers of the shadowy hand, forming into inchlong talons, it raised from the leg, leaping towards the guts of the defenceless man, Digging into his chest. The mans eyes stood out of their sockets as his torso and legs swings upwards attempting to get the shadow of him, With no luck.

Nogo grins as his eyes turn slightly brighter, taking a really dark-blueish color. The Guardian's voice lingering in the small room.
"So now its done, you are the chosen one Nogo."

The other 2 brave men ran out stumbling on their own legs as the rest of the mob outside waited for them to come out, With Nogos head in their hands, that was not what they saw. They saw 2 Blood drenched, grown up men, driven to insanity.

Back inside, Nogo bared his teeth in satisfaction of killing someone again. It had been to long since the last time, The shadow of the hand digging deeper into the guts and intestants of the person infront of him. His mouth started foaming with blood, blood dripped out of his nose, and his eyes turned inside out, staring into his skull.
Nogo made a whipping motion with his hand, the shadow hand mutilating the torn up torso of the man infront of them.
The man drawing his last breath while his life leaves his body.

Nogo withdraws the shadow, leaving a mutilated corpse and no traces.

He turns to the guardian who had reformed behind him. Aiming his Very Dark-blueish eyes at him.
"We're leaving tonight."



Year Nine. What goes around, Comes...

Nogo fell to his knees holding his bloody hands infront of him, His shadow protecter placed a hand on his shoulder.
Looking down on Nogos young face, with that cruel grin on his lips, even his spine shivered.
Never had he seen such a young boy with the potential to take the Shadow Dancers single handedly, and claim the throne of Shadow Dancer.
he grinned to himself, yet again...This was the child of Prophecy. And he, the oldest wisest, and probably strongest except from the Current shadow Dancer himself, was choosen to protect and guide this Child, to might and power.

What he had not counted with tho, was the cruelty of the kid, at the age of 5 he had killed for the first time, several times after that.
Now he was standing on his knees, staring on his own hands drenched in the blood of his mother. Yes, they had returned to the village to claim the Soul of Nogos Mother.
1 year after the mob had driven them away, Nogo had fought well, he thought for himself.
Except from the ones dying in the cabinet, there had been 9 more lives lost during their hunt after Nogo and himself.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" Nogo said,
Snapped our of his thoughts, he turned his eyes to Nogos, The now Dark-blueish eyes staring back at him, with hate, Rage, and most of all, Power and determination.
This kid knew what he wanted, and he was not to stand in his way. The Prophecy foretold about great fortunes and wellfare if this kid was to make it to Shadow dancer.

"Nothing, Nothing...Now that you got what you came for, lets get going. We dont have all day, we might get noticed."
"What if i want to get noticed..?" Nogo replyed with his eyes glittering of excitement.
"No, you dont. You aren't supposed to be here anyway. We are going, we're going to study in a far away city, we will study the essences of magic, and you WILL learn them, and behave while doing so."
Nogo didnt seem to pleased with the long and boring answer, But the illusion of getting more power, through magic, he could combine what he already knew, with what he would learn. He nods at his Shadow Guardian..."If i ever get to give you a title, it'd be Shadow stalker.."
Nogo kicked his hard leather boots in his fallen mothers face, letting out a loud crack, He cackled and walked out of the room.
"What goes around, comes around." The guardian grinned at Nogos mothers mutilated face.

Year Ten, Education.

Nogo Slammed the book infront of him together, whiping up dusts on both sides.
"Why do i have to read this bullshit?" he growled at the guardian at the other end of the table.
The guardian gazing back calmly and noticed the kid was not in the mood of reading.
He grinned to himself, pulling his hood back down.
"You dont, you can take a break." he said, and bared his sharp teeth to the kid.
After looking puzzled for a moment, Nogo realized he meant it, he didnt have to read the book right now.
He Threw a gaze with his now Dark-blue eyes towards his Guardian.
"I Already slew my mother, The village fears me, so does everyone i face. What more do you want me to do to prove im the child of prophecy?" his eyes turned slightly ice-bluer and emotions displayed within them, Hate and greed.
The guardian stopped in his motion of picking up his own book.."Child of prophecy...? Where've you heard that..?"
"Oh dont take me for a fool, You think i havent realized something isnt as it should? That i havent found your Tenents and "Policy" for the so called "Shadow Dancers" That i was Born to lead?"
Nogo throws his head back and laughs disrespectuflly at his guardian.
The guardian shackled his fist, slammed it into the table, leaving marks of his hardend bone hand in the wood.
"The break is over, Scrub."
"It just started" Nogo glared back at him.
"If you wanna become the Shadow dancer, you'll have to learn to fight with your brain and muscles.
Muscles and actions you're full of, but Thoughtfullness and intellect aswell as thinking things through is something you lack."
The guardian walks over to Nogo, hits his biceps and sais "You know how to fight with this, now learn to fight with this"
he said and taps Nogos head 2 times with his finger.

Nogo gets back to reading the studys of Dark magic and Arcane manipulation.

Year Eleven. Practical Training.

The smoke spreads as the now eleven year old student of shadow stands up after kneeling down from the massive energy Drain.
His Shadow Guardian stands a few meters infront of him, lowering his hand who had just a second ago Drained the Young boys energy and mental agility. Nogo grins while staring at his Guardian infront of him, due to the exhaustion his sight have gone into Tunnel Vision. All he can see is his Guardian grinning maniacly at him while he lowers his hand.
"That all you got?" Nogo taunts his guardian where he stands, clearly affected by the drain.
The Shadow Guardian grins even more making a Twisted sight.."Now your turn."
Nogo gathers his forces as he reaches out his hands, holding the fingers upwards in the air, his eyes slowly falling into the color if New ice on a lake, piercing the shadow guardians mind as Nogo smacks his hands together creating a Stream of enegery from his Guardian to himself.
The guardian gasps at the intensity of the Drain.
"He have just started using this ability, and still the dimensions of this is from someone who have trained for weeks and weeks with no end." He breaks the channeling easily, starting to Drain the Will of life and happiness from Nogo, Only to realize its pointless.
Nogo grins up in a triumphant smile as he realize what mistake his guardian just had commited.. He had nothing to live for, other then his own powers, improvement and wealth. But while attempting to drain what Nogo loved and held Dear, He exposed his own.
Nogo's mentally charged hands switched "Channel" and immitated the energys that The guardian just had sent him, Fully controlling what he was doing. The Guardian Sank to his knees, being drained from all his will of Living. Everything seemed hopeless.
He couldnt focus.."Why am i here, No. I need to teach this kid...but why, why did it happend to me..?" a Tear shows in the guardians Eyes.
Nogo breaks the channeling point, creating a void between them, almost like a reversed Blackhole the Energys are restored.

The shadow Guardian Rise up and glare at Nogo.."You have no happy thoughts, no emotions, No emotional weakness.. That is.. Extraordinary."
Nogo glares at him back, baring some of his now sharp teeth, almost like fangs in his mouth.
"What you've been through, does not concern me at all, but i want no more trouble with you, i know what your Weakness is now."
Nogo cackled and started focusing on regaining his Energys instead of mocking his Guardian..
The guardian eyed Nogo.."So i guess you know who i am now..?"

Nogo stops the Channeling.. "Yes, Shadow Stalker Barrigall, I do know who you are now" Nogo bares his fangs and laughs.

The next couple of months was nothing out of the ordinary, they already knew that Absorbing peoples happyness and hope was one of Nogos strong sides, having masterd the Ability from the very first start.

As a teacher in the Art of Shadow dancer, it was Barrigalls duty to teach the boy how to use the Shadows around him, wich he had masterd already as a Toddler. But also how to use them as cover, defense and offense.
He brought the boy out in the woods, Told him to wrap shadows around a tree.

Nogo did as he was told, Concentrating his energys to the Shadows surrounding him in the Dark woods, The shadows slitherd around the tree, creating a grasp.
"Now Shred it with the Shadows" barrigall told him, Nogo had never done such a thing, human skin and flesh was not as resistant and durable as Hundred of years old Trees.
He Focused all his energys into a breaking point on the tree, and managed to cut into it a few inches.
Followed by Barrigalls unsatisfied frown.."I expected more.."
Nogo's anger fed him with rage, making him concentrate on the task he was given even more.
Inch by inch, the Shadows cut through the Tree infront of him, untill it finally broke and was shred into fire wood.

Barrigall shakes his head almost disapointed.."That wont do, we'll have to train more for this."
Nogo tried another tree, only to notice his efforts passed by without outstanding results.
As Nogo was about to give up, the shadows almost slid of the Tree like water of a goose, Barrigall leaned forward whispering in his ear.."You're weak, its pityfull to watch"
As he heard the words, his anger once again fed his rage, making it easier to concentrate..
"Maybe you arent the child of Prophecy after all, just a dumb kid."
His eyes turned fully without Human emotions such as love, respect, instead they where replaced by Hatred, rage, Anger.
He turned his head staring straight into Barrigalls hollowed eye sockets. Shaking his head slightly.
"Who'd be more pathetic, the dumb kid being able to do this.." as he finishes his sentence the Tree breaks, the shadows cut through the wood like it wasnt there anymore, it was like all the concentration errors where gone for that very moment. as the logs and pieces of scrapped wood landed on the ground, he continured.."Or the "Shadow Stalker" that picked the wrong kid."

Nogo picks up his things, walking back to the Cottage where they now where living, leaving Barrigall watching after him.
"I knew hatred would be strong within this one, But this.."

I know its long but its intended to be.
Im not lazy as Nixxiom ;D<3

and i write my backstory


and bump