Ok then, well it's been a good while since I updated. Let's just say that school sucks and marching band takes up more time than most people realize. Yeah, needless to say, I'm having a hard time in school. I'm failing a class for the first time in my life, and it doesn't look like it's going to come up...enough of that. I'm a little pissed that I'm failing the class...anyway...

Just in case, I do not own "Easier to Run" by Linkin Park. Sorry, but it fit perfectly into the story. I do own Niderolite, though. Hey here's something cool you might like. If you ever read a story and it has a song in it, listen to the song. Now, if you don't have it, go to cdzinc dot com and search for it. Just a suggestion.

Oh, one more thing, IMPORTANT Scathe is used in this story as another demon. Again, I COMPLETELY made up history here. Scathe and Trigon rule half of Azarath each, until Scathe is killed for good and Trigon takes his name. Raven knows about this "alliance" (the alliance that says they can rule half of the world each) between Trigon and Scathe, but only that there was an "alliance," nothing more. She only knows this much because she was sent to earth at a young age. Shadow was sent just when he fell out of the sky. Make sense? Again, for goodness sakes, this is MADE UP. Don't review telling me my history is wrong.

Silent Murderess: yeah, I'm sure you would. People who never knew their mom's because of something like rape or other causes would flip. I'm glad I'm not one of those people.

Crypto137: um...thanks.

Lyfe.exe: you have to be lying, but thanks anyway. LOL.

Insanity 101: yeah, um, sure, I guess I'll do it. I won't win, or anything, but what the hey. No harm in trying is there? Well, actually...

evilsangel: again, you have to be lying, but thanks, I look forward to more reviews.

Yeah, well, have fun.

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A green, swirling light. That was all she saw, or at least, that was all she remembered. She knew nothing, remembered nothing. The only thing she knew was the full view of a green swirling light, dancing it's way around her, laughing at her as it danced. All went black, until she realized she was on unfamiliar earth and her eyes adjusted to the star-less night.

The grass was the greenest she had ever seen. She looked around, and saw herself and Shadow as transparent figures on top of a one-sided hill. Behind them, there was long grass as far as the horizon, nothing more. Beside them, on Raven's left, there was a cave, with who-know-what in it. On Raven's right, there was a lone house far away from the seemingly deserted large town a little walk away from the hill.

Shadow started walking toward the town. In the middle of the town was a path leading for a couple miles to a gigantic castle. The houses on either side of them were laid out in a pattern she did not recognize. There were shops for food and other things towards the middle of the path to the castle. It was so silent this night that Raven dared not ask Shadow where they were going. The look on his face didn't help matters either.

"...Shadow?" she finally whispered. He looked at her but kept walking. She didn't like the feeling she was getting, and was afraid of what might happen.

"What's going on? Where are we going? Where is this place?" she asked.

He stopped and sighed. "This," he said, putting his hands up, indicating everything around him, "is my memory. I told you I could show you what happened to me. This is how I will do it. We are going to that castle in front of us. And...this is Azarath. This is the side of the world ruled by Scathe. Not a very happy place. People here are scared, and for good reason."

He fell silent and they reached the castle a short while later. "Get ready," he whispered. He stepped right through the doors, as they were not really there, pulling Raven with him. As they went inside, she immediately noticed how big it really was. It was all marble, with a large throne in the back of the room, big enough to seat an sperm whale comfortably. On the left was a staircase leading up, on the right, a staircase leading down. Shadow took the one going up.

It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something numb

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

By the time they got to the top of the stairs, she was a little winded, for it took a little while to get up there. They reached the top and came to a locked stone door. She started wondering how they would get through, but yet again, she forgot they were only ghosts in his memory.

"...and I grow weary of this, Father. I do this off of your assumptions, and-" was the sound of memory Shadow's voice until it was drowned out by the roar of what Raven assumed to be his father.

"Quiet!" was the roar that came, and he gave memory Shadow a crushing blow to the head, causing him to fly into the wall, making a sickening crunch of Shadow's body and an explosion of rubble from the wall.

That was when Raven really saw Shadow's father for the first time. He was huge, and looked to be strong enough to tear a volcano from the ground. He was black with red lightning stripes all over him that seemed to give him a more powerful aura, as if he didn't already seem powerful enough. He had a bald head with pointy ears, and sharp, stone slabs coming out of his shoulders.

"I make the rules here! I decide who is against me and who is not! I decide whether or not somebody is plotting against me! And I also decide when you take care of these treacheries instead of my guards! You tell me you are weary, yet you are young. You don't know what weary really means. There is an army of people coming to strike, and I want you to take care of it! You will attack tomorrow evening, and take one prisoner for me to torture, and two more for me to eat."

"...Yes, Father."

Memory Shadow limped out of the room, sore from the collision between him and the wall. He walked down the stairs, with Raven and the real Shadow following him. When they got halfway down the stairs, memory Shadow stopped and turned towards the wall, waving a hand in front of it, causing the stone wall to shift into an opening. As they walked in, Raven realized that this was his room. It was cozy, with a fire going on the right wall, and his bed on the left wall. There were books, many, many books, on shelves against the far wall, and a long sword and a curved dagger hanging beside his bed. But the most noticeable thing about the room was one small picture of a beautiful woman with brown hair and blue eyes.

Something has been taken

From deep inside of me

A secret I've kept locked away

No one can ever see

Wounds so deep they never show

They never go away

Like moving pictures in my head

For years and years they've played

"That was my mother," the real Shadow said, looking at the picture painfully. "She was killed by my father once he no longer need her to take care of me. That picture is the only connection I have to her, and I wait for the day when I can see her."

If I could change I would

Take back the pain I would

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would

If I could take all the shame to the grave I would

Memory Shadow kneeled beside his bed, and looked at his wounds, healing them in an instant. Then he laid down on his bed, took the picture in his hands, and looked at it for a long time, finally laying it back down a falling asleep. The real Shadow turned to Raven and covered her eyes with his hands. She felt the feeling of nothingness around her, yet when Shadow uncovered her eyes, she was looking at memory Shadow pacing around the room, with nothing but black shorts on and a long sword attached to his back. She jumped when she heard the fired beside her roar and turn into Shadow's father's head.

"It is time." His father's head said.

"Yes, lord Scathe."

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Shadow and Raven followed memory Shadow out of the castle, into the dark of the night lit only by the faint glow of stars. Instead of going down the main road of the town, memory Shadow took a left behind a house and disappeared into the air. Raven started to follow, but Shadow put a hand on her shoulder, and led her down the main road. Not far from the castle, Shadow stopped, took hold of Raven's hand, and looked into her eyes.

"You told me before that you would understand, right? That whatever happens here, I've regretted for the rest of my life, and I would take it back if I could. You understand, right?"

"Yes, of course, Shadow," she said, starting to worry, not just from the anticipation of what might happen, but from the look in his eyes as well.

He gripped her hand a little tighter, but comfortably tighter, and floated himself and Raven on top of the house beside them. There they sat together until Raven eventually saw a very large mob of people coming from the hill. As they got closer, Raven realized that they had on armor, armor she recognized to be from Trigon's mortal army. The closer they came, the more she realized how large the army was. There had to be thousands, maybe more. The one leader of the group marched right up in front of the castle, easy for Raven to see him. He was a large person compared to the rest of the army, and held a monstrous battle-ax in one hand and a large shield in the other. He shouted out to the castle.

It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something numb

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

"Scathe, I know you hear me! Come out with your surrender and nobody will be hurt. I have an army of thousands, even you cannot stand against that!"

Scathe came out on a ledge, looking down at the commander with boredom written all over his face. He said nothing, only listened as the commander spoke.

"Ah, Scathe, you surrender, do you? Any last words, Scathe?"

Scathe responded without any enthusiasm to go along with it.


Sometimes I remember

The darkness of my past

Bringing back these memories

I wish I didn't have

Sometimes I think of letting go

And never looking back

And never moving forward so

There would never bee a past

And with that single word, Scathe went inside the castle, only to have a wind pass by everyone in the front ranks of the army. Seconds later after the wind, the commander collapsed, falling backward with his head nearly decapitated, blood smeared all over his face and chest plate.

"What happened?" asked a frightened soldier near the front.

The voice came seemingly from nowhere, as it reverberated across the town so all the soldiers could hear, and only Shadow and Raven recognized it- it was Shadow himself. "You come here to meet your doom, a foolish act. Thinking you could come here to win a war, even if it is 2,000 to one." Even before Shadow's voice was finished talking, hundreds of random soldiers fell down dead, some cut in half from the shoulder to the hip, others stabbed through the chest, and others decapitated or killed the same way the commander was. More still were cut right behind the knee, left on the ground to bleed to death. By the time someone realized that the army was dropping like flies, somebody else saw memory Shadow standing by the castle, sword tip on the ground and hilt in his hand in front of him.

Just washing it aside

All of the helplessness inside

Pretending I don't feel misplaced

Is so much simpler than change

"This is your last chance," he boomed, scaring the already scared soldiers more. "Leave before needless life is-"

And another scared soldier yelled and ran at shadow, sword over his head. Memory Shadow stood his ground, hardly looking at the attacking soldier, when a spike of black energy, apparently coming from memory Shadow, went right through man's face, while memory Shadow stabbed his sword right through the man's stomach at the same time. The man coughed, blood spewing from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth onto the ground under him. A woman suddenly ran from a house next to the street, in between the army and Shadow, yelling.

"Please stop! I have done nothing wrong, yet I am punished for this bloodshed! I am made to pick up the bodies of the young, bodies of the women. This-"

And she suddenly stopped. She fell to her knees, coughing and choking for air, as if she were being strangled by an imaginary power- which she was.

Raven gasped when she realized what was happening to the innocent woman. A child no more than 7 years old ran from the house to the woman, screaming "Mother!" But before the child could reach his mother, he fell face first into the dirt, blood pouring from his neck onto the ground, creating a puddle under his body.

The battle seemed to go on for only an hour, considering how many people there were for memory Shadow to kill. When it was finally over, when Raven was finally introduced to Shadow's killing side, memory Shadow walked into the middle of the battlefield, and knelt. Raven could tell he was mourning, but he slowly got up. Shadow got up as well, the real one, and started walking to the hill where they started. Memory Shadow was also walking to the same hill, where a child was playing in the field. When he got there, he looked at the girl. And he just looked. The girl finally noticed him, and Raven finally noticed that the bodies in the battlefield were gone. Somehow Shadow had managed to clean up the area. When the girl noticed him, she obviously didn't know who he was, for she laughed, ran up to him, and hugged him. Memory Shadow knelt down beside the girl and looked into her eyes.

"My name's Niderolite. And I know who you are." She giggled again. "You're the bad man mommy says to stay away from, but I don't believe you'll hurt me. I think you need a friend." She hugged him again.

Memory Shadow obviously couldn't believe his ears or eyes. Any other child would've been cared to death of him, for the stories about him were horrible, and some of them were true. Yet here was this girl, no older than 10 years old, greeting him like he was a long time friend.

"...Thank you," he said. But right after he said that, Niderolite's mother screamed and ran out of the house, covering her child from the monster in front of her.

"Stay away from her! Take me instead, please!" she screamed.

"I had no intention of harming your daughter or you, ma'am. I'm actually leaving Azarath for good right now. I was just meeting your daughter, I had no intention other than getting to know her."

"NO-" "Mommy," Niderolite interrupted her mother. "I greeted him, this nice man is my friend now. Don't scream at him, mommy." She turned her attention to memory Shadow once again. "Don't go, Shadow. Please don't go. We can have so much fun together..."

Memory Shadow smiled at this. The mother was obviously speechless at her daughter's actions, but Shadow ignored her. "How about this," he said, "I'll come back. And to ensure that I'll come back one day, take this. This is the most precious thing I have, so take good care of it, ok?" Niderolite nodded. Shadow gave her the picture of his mother. "Keep this," he continued, "and I promise I'll come back one day."

Niderolite nodded, taking the picture. She waved as memory Shadow headed for the cave on the other side of the hill. Raven and Shadow followed memory Shadow. Once inside the cave, memory Shadow headed toward the middle of the cave. Ice was all over the room, gleaming. Raven wondered how it could be so cold in here when outside it felt like summer. No matter, for memory Shadow was doing something far more interesting. Spinning around, he spread his hands and looked up into the ice above. A light shone from the ice, coming down to onto Shadow, and he disappeared. Before she knew it, both she and the real Shadow were back in the green light, going home at last...

It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something numb

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

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Yeah, sorry if it was too graphic, but I had to make a point that Shadow's past was at least somewhat bad. It could've been worse, believe me, but I didn't want to turn away from your computer and my story, lol.