The murky underground was not a place youâ€™d want to be alone; and
even with company youâ€™d never go there at night. Things lurked there at
night, using the extensive underground labyrinths to get around the city.
Hunters with fangs like a snake and a human body. Then there were the
others- the shadow people. Human enough, but with lightning reflexes and
hearts of ice. If you survived long enough to find one of the shadow people
you would be accepted into their world- a world of shadows and lies. The
humans who lived in the underground were not to be trusted.
Keora stood in the shadows watching the human from the world above
grope around in the darkness. She could tell by looking at him that he
would survive. Few enough did. Sheâ€™d watched people stumble around in the
maze-like passages for days before they died. Usually, they didnâ€™t survive
long enough to starve or become dehydrated. The fanged creatures the People
had nicknamed leeches would find them and drain them of the lifeblood that
was so important.
Keora felt the pull on her mind that had been there since sheâ€™d missed the
New Moon celebration last month. The magic tried to pull her towards home,
but she resisted it as she resisted all magic; with pure willpower. She did
not want to go back to the Shadow Peoplesâ€™ city where she had been born and
raised. Sheâ€™d rather be free to roam the underground as she chose.
The boy fell and she sighed in disappointment. She had badly wanted
to see him succeed. She might help him were it not for the strict laws
against it. Why not break it? She asked herself silently, youâ€™ve already
broken others. Without thinking twice she walked in front of him and turned
on the flash1 she kept with her for emergencies. He started then stared.
â€œGo straight, turn left the first chance you get, then right and you
will be in the Peoplesâ€™ City. You will be relatively safe there.â€